She had spied them, but would not touch a single article.

She bought some tea, and when she returned, replaced the drawing she had taken that morning from the Maxwell caddy.
The old woman's will, always vigorous, never giving place to another except through its own choice, now whipped by this great stress into a fierce impetus, carried her daughter's, strong as it was for a young girl, before it.

Lois lay quietly on the sofa.

When her mother called her, she went out in the kitchen and ate her supper.
They retired early.

Lois lay on the sofa until her mother came in and stood over her with a lighted lamp.
"I guess you'd better get up and go to bed now, Lois," said she.