It was as if she had a subtle consciousness of something there which was beyond vision, and to which her vision gave the lie.

When she looked away she saw it again, but it vanished when her eyes were turned, like a black robe through a door.
After dinner, when the dishes were cleared away, the three visitors sat as usual in company state with their needle-work.

Amanda's bag upstairs was all neatly packed.

She would need to unpack it again that night, but it was a comfort to her.

She had scarcely spoken all day; her thin mouth had a set look.
"Mandy's gettin' so homesick she can't speak," said Mrs.Babcock.
"She can't hardly wait till to-morrow to start, can you, Mandy ?" "No, I can't," replied Amanda.
Mrs.Field was in her bedroom changing her dress when Lois put on her hat and went down the street with some finished work for the dressmaker for whom she sewed.
"Where you goin', Lois ?" asked Mrs.Babcock, when she came through the room with her hat on.
"I'm going out a little ways," answered Lois evasively.