Won't you come in an' wait, please ?" Involuntarily on her arrival the girls stopped lolling in their chairs, and sat up straight, with their hands folded primly in their laps.

Mrs.
Brewster had an air of quiet dignity that always made people want to be on their best behaviour before her.

Every one in the Valley was fond of the minister's wife, but most people stood in awe of her, and considered the turn of their sentences and the pitch of their voices when talking to her.

She never had a pin awry.

Her gray hair was always as smooth as a brush could make it, and every breadth of her skirts always fell in straight, precise folds.