Then she stood up in the midst of the women, sunk her double chin in her lace collar, and read her paper in a voice like the whisper of a blade of grass.

Doctor Sturtevant had a very low voice.

His wife had naturally a strident one, but she essayed to follow him in the matter of voice, as in all other things.

The poor hen bird tried to voice her thoughts like her mate, and the result was a strange and weird note.

However, Mrs.
Sturtevant herself was not aware of the result.