Her white cap was awry, and one of yesterday's curls hung lankly over her left cheek.
"You look an' act like a crazy creature," said Hannah Berry, eying her with indignant amazement.

She walked across the room to another rocking-chair, moving with unexpected heaviness.

She was in reality as stout as her sister Sarah Barnard, but she had a long, thin, and rasped face, which misled people.
"Now," said she, looking around conclusively, "I ain't come over here to argue about free-will.

I want to know what all this is about ?" "All what ?" returned Mrs.Barnard, feebly.

She was distinctly afraid of her imperious sister, yet she was conscious of a quiver of resentment.
"All this fuss about Barney Thayer," said Hannah Berry.
"How did you hear about it ?" Mrs.Barnard asked with a glance at Charlotte, who was sitting erect with her cheeks very red and her mouth tightly closed.
"Never mind how I heard," replied Hannah.