She regarded the unmarried aunt and the young niece with asides of reflection even while she talked to them.

The niece was not pretty, but her bloom of youth under the roses of her spring hat was ravishing.

The aunt had never been pretty; and, moreover, her bloom had gone, but she was well dressed, and her thin figure was full of grace.

She sat in her chair with delicate erectness, the folds of her gray gown was disposed over her supple length of limb with charming effect.

She also had a sort of eager, almost appealing amiability.