Lucina watched these little pictures, athwart which occasionally a bird flew and raised them to life.

She held her doll primly, and her little work-bag still dangled from her arm.

She would not begin her task of knitting until her aunt appeared and her visit was fairly in progress.
Over against the south wall stood a clock as tall as a giant man, and giving in the half-light a strong impression of the presence of one, to an eye which did not front it.

Lucina often turned her head with a start and looked, to be sure it was only the clock which sent that long, dark streak athwart her vision.

The clock ticked with slow and solemn majesty.