To-night they so exactly resembled peas in a pod that one had a sense of ache and almost fatigue in watching them.

This fatigue and irritation rose to desperation when they spoke.

The Bells were poor, and their dresses bore decided signs of stint and poverty.

They wore white muslin jackets, and pale green skirts of a shining substance known as mohair.

Their mother fondly imagined that the shine and glitter of this fabric could not be known from silk.