She had, however, a way of expanding, after long stares at her, into sudden broad smiles which relieved the little girl's apprehension; and, too, her rusty black bombazine smelled always of rich cake--a reassuring perfume to one who knew the taste of it.
Lucina's aunt Camilla was a nervous soul, and liked not the rattle of starched cotton about the house.

Her old serving-woman must go always clad in woollen, which held the odors of cooking long.
Lucina sat down in a little rocking-chair, hollowed out like a nest in back and seat, which was her especial resting-place, and 'Liza went out, leaving the rich, fruity odor of cake behind her, saying no word, but evidently to tell her mistress of her guest.

There were no blinds on this ancient house, but there were inside shutters in fine panel-work at all the windows.

These were all closed except at the east windows.

There between the upper panels were left small square apertures which framed little pictures of the blue spring sky, slanted across with blooming peach boughs; for there was a large peach orchard on the east side of the house.