She seemed an obstinately bashful young girl, to whom it was useless to talk.

Mrs.Field replied at length to all interrogations with a certain quiet hardness, which had come into her manner since her daughter's arrival, but she never started upon a subject of her own accord.
It was a relief to every one when the meagre dinner lapsed into the borrowed pie.

Mrs.Low cut it carefully into the regulation six pieces, while the children as carefully counted the people and watched the distribution.

The result was not satisfactory.

The older little girl, whose sense of injury was well developed, set up a shrill demand.
"I want a piece of Mis' Bennett's pie," said she.