Her cheeks were a deep crimson in the cold wind; she smiled radiantly all the time as if at life itself.

She had no thought of fear behind those prancing bays which seemed so frightful to Mrs.Zelotes, used to the steadiest stable team a few times during the year, and driven with a wary eye to railroad crossings and a sense of one's mortality in the midst of life strong upon her.
Mrs.Norman Lloyd had never any doubt when her husband held the lines.

She would have smiled behind ostriches and zebras.

To her mind Norman Lloyd was, as it were, impregnable to all combinations of alien strength or circumstances.

When she bowed on passing the Brewsters, she did not move her fixed smile until she caught sight of Ellen.