Rebecca watched him with furtive, anxious eyes, but he avoided looking at her.

When he passed her a tumbler of sweetened water she took it and thanked him fervently, but he did not seem to heed her at all.
After dinner they played romping games under the trees--hunt the slipper, and button, and Copenhagen.

Mrs.Barnard and two other women had come over to see the festivity, and they sat at a little distance with Mrs.Berry, awkwardly disposed against the trunks of trees, with their feet tucked under their skirts to keep them from the damp ground.
Copenhagen was the favorite game of the young people, and they played on and on while the afternoon deepened.

Clinging to the rope they formed a struggling ring, looping this way and that way as the pursuers neared them.

Their laughter and gay cries formed charming discords; their radiant faces had the likeness of one family of flowers, through their one expression.