I remember perfectly well when your grandpa went to the Naval Academy; and we were all mighty proud of him in the war." Mrs.Owen's white hair was beautifully soft and wavy, and she wore it in the prevailing manner.

Her eyes narrowed occasionally with an effect of sudden dreaminess, and these momentary reveries seemed to the adoring Sylvia wholly fascinating.

She spoke incisively and her voice was deep and resonant.

She was exceedingly thin and wiry, and her movements were quick and nervous.

Hearing the whirr of a lawn-mower in the yard she drew a pair of spectacles from a case she produced from an incredibly deep pocket, put them on, and criticized the black man below sharply for his manner of running the machine.