Her back was meekly bent; her face, shaded by a black sun-hat, was thrust forward with patient persistency.

"There, I feel a little breeze now," she added.
"I guess all the breeze there is, is in your own motion," retorted Mrs.Babcock.Her green umbrella bobbed energetically.

She fanned at every step.
"Mebbe it's your fan," said the other woman.
Amanda went into the house and shut the door.

She stood in the middle of the parlor and looked around.

There was a certain amaze in her eyes, as if everything wore a new aspect.