Wollaston shot a sidelong glance at her, and she felt it, although she did not see it.
Gladys Mann leaned over her shoulder.
"Say," she whispered, "Wollaston Lee is jest starin' at you!" Maria gave a little, impatient shrug of her shoulders, although a blush shot over her whole face, and Gladys saw distinctly the back of her neck turn a roseate color.
"He's awful stuck on you, I guess," Gladys said.
Maria shrugged her shoulders again, but she thought of Wollaston and then of the baby in her short frock and she felt that her heart was bursting with joy, as a bud with blossom.
Ida, meantime, was curiously impassive towards her child's attainments.

There was something pathetic about this impassiveness.
Ida was missing a great deal, and more because she did not even know what she missed.

However, she began to be conscious of a settled aversion towards Maria.

Her manner towards her was unchanged, but she became distinctly irritated at seeing her about.

When anything annoyed Ida, she immediately entertained no doubt whatever that it was not in accordance with the designs of an overruling Providence.
It seemed manifest to her that if anything annoyed her, it should be removed.