"You can walk right in now," she announced, smiling, her thin mouth sending the lines of her whole face into smirking upward curves.
The whole company edged forward solemnly.

Mrs.Sloane was following, but Barney stood in her way.

"I guess you'd better not come in," he said, abruptly.
Mrs.Sloane's face flushed a burning red.

"I guess," she began, in a loud voice, but Barney shut the door in her face.

She ran noisily, stamping her feet like an angry child, to the fireplace, caught up a heavy kettle, and threw it down on the hearth.