"Put on your white frock: it's a little mussed, so it won't look as if you were trying to be fine; don't put on any sash, but do your hair neatly." She will look taking enough, thought Ann to herself; she did not despise herself for the stratagem.

It was part of the hard, practical game that she had played all her life, for that matter; she was not conscious of loving Christa any more than she was conscious of loving her father.

It was merely her will that they should have the utmost advantage in life that she could obtain for them.

Nothing short of a moral revolution could have changed this determination in her.
When Christa had performed her toilet, obeying Ann from mere habit, Ann drilled her in the thing she was to do.

Brown would of course suspect what this information was to be used for.