It was the idealized pride of her own youth.

When she proceeded again against the February gusts, it was with an unconscious aping of her granddaughter's freedom of gait.

Mrs.Zelotes wore an old red cashmere scarf crossed over her bosom; she held up her black skirts in front, and they trailed pointedly in the rear; she also stood well back on her heels, and when she paused in the wind-swept yard presented a curious likeness to an old robin pausing for reconnoitre.

Fanny and Eva Tenny in the next house saw her coming.
"Look at her holding up her dress in front and letting it drag in the back," said Eva.

"It always seemed to me there was somethin' wrong about any woman that held up her dress in front and let it drag behind." Eva retained all the coarse beauty of her youth, but lines of unalterable hardness were fixed on her forehead and at her mouth corners, and the fierce flush in her cheeks was as set as paint.