Her pale face had a hard, indifferent look.

Mrs.Maxwell nudged her, and nodded toward Lois in the window.
"She looks dreadful," she whispered.
"I don't see as she looks any worse than she's been doin' right along," said Mrs.Field, without lowering her voice.

"What baby is this ?" "It's Mis' Robinson's; it's dead.

Hadn't I better get her something to take?
I've got some currant wine.

Maybe a little of that would do her good." "No, thank you; I don't care for any," Lois interposed quickly.
"Hadn't you better have a little?
You look real pale." "No, thank you." "Now you needn't mind takin' it, Lois, if you do belong to any temperance society.