Miss Peters was Mrs.
Butler's sister.

She was a snappy little body, but rather afraid of Mrs.
Butler, who was more snappy.

This fear gave her an unpleasant habit of rolling her eyes in the direction of Mrs.Butler whenever she spoke.

She rolled them now as she described the way the east wind had treated her throat.
Mrs.Butler seated herself in an aggressive manner on the edge of the sofa, and Miss Peters took a chair as close as possible to Mrs.Morris, who pushed hers away from her.
Each lady was anxious to engross the whole attention of Mrs.
Meadowsweet, and it was scarcely possible for the good-natured woman not to feel flattered.
"Now, you'll all have a cup of tea with me," she said.

"I know Jane's getting it, but I'll ring the bell to hasten her.