She could see Mrs.Green's broad shawled back among the customers at the calico counter.

Once in a while she looked around with a beseeching and apologetic smile.
Mrs.Field thought, "I won't say a word to her about it." However, she was conscious of no evil motive; it was simply because she was naturally secretive.

She looked pale and rigid.
Mrs.Green remarked it when she finally approached with her parcel of calico.
"Why, what's the matter, Mis' Field ?" she exclaimed.

"You ain't sick, be you ?" "No.

Why ?" "Seems to me you look dreadful pale.