Her features were small, her eyes bright; she was not unlike a squirrel in her sharp little movements and quick glances.

She wore a small shawl pinned around her spare shoulders.

Her skirts fell upon the treadle of the spinning-wheel.

The kitchen in which she sat was unused; there was no fire in the stove.

The brick floor, the utensils hanging on the walls, had the appearance of undisturbed rest.