There was a curious expression on her face, as if she had just awakened.

Her eyes were very soft blue, softer and dreamier than Hugh's, and her mouth, even while it smiled, had a rather sad look.

But the look of her whole face was very--I can't find a very good word for it.

It seemed to ask you questions, and yet to know more about you than you did yourself.
It was impossible not to keep looking at her once you had begun.
"Hush, cats," were the next words she said.

"Don't be silly; it's nearly as bad as being surprised." Immediately the cats sat up in their places again, as quiet and dignified as if they had not been at all put about, and Jeanne glanced at Hugh as much as to say, "Aren't you glad she has put them down a little ?" Then the lady looked over the cats to the children.
"It is quite ready," she said; "the threads are all straight." What could they say?
They had not the least idea what she meant, and they were afraid of asking.