Her pretty, light hair was nicely arranged; she was smiling, but she looked doubtful.
Hannah went with a flounce into the kitchen.

Annie had removed her hat and coat and tied on a white apron in a second, and she began waiting exactly as if she had come down the back stairs after a night spent in her own room.

Indeed, she did not dream that either Harry or Maria knew that she had not, and she felt quite sure of Hannah's ignorance, since Hannah herself had been away all night.
Maria from time to time glanced at Annie, and, although she had always liked her, a feeling of repulsion came over her.

She shrank a little when Annie passed the muffins to her.

Harry gave one keen, scrutinizing glance at the girl's face, but he said nothing.