Then emotion broke through the even radiance of her face.
She moved her head with a flurry of nods; she waved her hand; she even kissed it to her.
"Bow to Mis' Lloyd, Ellen," said her grandmother; and Ellen ducked her head solemnly.

She remembered what she had heard the night before, and the sleigh swept by, Mrs.Lloyd's rosy face smiling back over the black fringe of dancing tails.

Eva had shot a swift glance of utmost rancor at the Lloyds, then sat stiff and upright until they passed.
"I wouldn't ask Ellen to bow to that woman," said she, fiercely, between her teeth.

"I hate the whole tribe." No one heard her except Andrew, and he shook the lines over the steady stable horse, and said, "G'lang!" hoarsely.
Mrs.Norman Lloyd, in the other sleigh, had turned to her husband with somewhat timid and deprecating enthusiasm.

"Ain't she a sweet little girl ?" said she.
"What little girl ?" Lloyd asked, abstractedly.