Then she looked fairly for the first time at Maria, who had purposely remained behind her father, and her voice immediately hardened.

"Maria, come here," said she.
Maria obeyed.

She left the shelter of her father's broad back, and stood before her mother, in her pink gingham dress, a miserable little penitent, whose penitence was not of a high order.

The sweetness of looking pretty was still in her soul, although Wollaston Lee had not gone home with her.
Maria's mother regarded her with a curious expression compounded of pride and almost fierce disapproval.

Harry went precipitately out of the room with the paper bag of peaches.