She always coveted more of her son's society.

But when he came a third time she began to suspect trouble.
Mrs.Croom stood by the baking-board, her slender hands immersed in a heap of pearly flour; baskets of scarlet currants lay at her feet.

All things in the kitchen shone by reason of her diligence, and the windows were open to the summer sunshine.

Susannah sat with a large pan of red gooseberries beside her; she was picking them over one by one.
Somewhere in the outer kitchen the hired boy had been plucking a goose, and some tiny fragments of the down were floating in the air.

One of them rode upon a movement of the summer air and danced before Susannah's eyes.