You coom in, miss.

We're not afraid o' you--Lor' bless you!" Mrs.Hurd stood aside for her visitor to pass in, looking round her the while, in some perplexity, to see whether there was a spare chair and room to place it.

She was a delicate, willowy woman, still young in figure, with a fresh colour, belied by the grey circles under the eyes and the pinched sharpness of the features.

The upper lip, which was pretty and childish, was raised a little over the teeth; the whole expression of the slightly open mouth was unusually soft and sensitive.
On the whole, Minta Hurd was liked in the village, though she was thought a trifle "fine." The whole family, indeed, "kept theirsels to theirsels," and to find Mrs.Hurd with company was unusual.

Her name, of course, was short for Araminta.
Marcella laughed as she caught Mrs.Jellison's remarks, and made her way in, delighted.