She did not wish to speak before her father, not because she did not wish him to know, but because she did not wish to annoy him, he looked so tired.

She had a chance after dinner, when Josephine was putting Evelyn to bed, and Harry had been called to the door to speak to a man on business.
"I am sorry I spoke as I did to you," she said, in a low voice, to Ida.
They were both in the parlor.

Maria had a school-book in her hand, and Ida was embroidering.

The rosy shade of the lamp intensified the glow on her beautiful face.

She looked smilingly at Maria.
"Why, my dear," she said, "I don't know what you said.