Her black eyes were brightly dilated, her mouth tremulous, and her throat swollen.
Paulina Maria grasped Belinda by the shoulder.

"You'd better get the broom an' sweep out the wood-shed," said she, and Belinda went out with a limp flutter of her cotton skirts and her curls.
Jerome rode the old white horse, that could only travel at a heavy jog, and he did not get home until noon--not much in advance of the funeral guests he had bidden.

They had directly left all else, got out what mourning-weeds they could muster, and made ready.
When Jerome reached home, he was immediately seized by Paulina Maria.
"Go right out and wash your face and hands real clean," said she, "and then go up-stairs and change your clothes.

I've laid them out on the bed.

When you get to the neckerchief, you come down here, and I'll tie it for you; it's your father's.