The minister's wife looked up and nodded graciously to her, setting the bunch of red and white cherries on her bonnet trembling.

Lois inclined her pale young face soberly in response.
"That girl looks sick," said the minister's wife to Mrs.Lowe.
There was no more silence and primness after the minister's wife entered.

Her florid face beamed on them all with masterly smiles.

She put the glasses fastened to her high satin bosom with a gold chain to her eyes, and began sewing on a white apron.

"I meant to have come before," said she, "and brought my sewing and had a real sociable time, but one thing after another has delayed me; and I don't know when Mr.Wheeler will get here; I left him with a caller.