Mrs.Bertram was just affable like every one else.

Ah, and how are you, Mrs.Butler?
Now, I do call this kind and neighborly.

Miss Peters, I trust your cough is better ?" "I'm glad to see you, Mrs.Meadowsweet," said Mrs.Butler, in a slightly out-of-breath tone.
"My cough is no better," snapped Miss Peters.

"Although it's summer, the wind is due east; east wind always catches me in the throat." Miss Peters was very small and slim.

She wore little iron-gray, corkscrew curls, and had bright, beady black eyes.