As soon as she had gone, Lois coughed; she had been choking the cough back.
She stood at the window, well back that people might not see her, and watched her mother pass down the street with her stiff glide.

Mrs.
Field's back and shoulders were rigidly steady when she walked; she might have carried a jar of water on her head without spilling it, like an Indian woman.

Lois, small and slight although she was, walked like her mother.

She held herself with the same resolute stateliness, when she could hold herself at all.

The two women might, as far as their carriage went, have marched in a battalion with propriety.
Lois felt a certain relief when her mother had gone.