Miss Deborah began in an agitated way to pick up the crumbs of cake from her lap, and ask her sister if she did not think Sarah had come for them.

Mr.Denner stopped talking about a new sort of fly for trout, and said he thought--yes, he really thought, he had better be going, but he waited to listen with open-mouthed admiration to the ease with which the young fellow talked.
Mr.Forsythe's conversation was directed to Mrs.Dale, but it was for Lois; nor did he seem aware of the silence which fell on the rest of the company.

Mrs.Dale enjoyed it.

She answered by nods, and small chuckles of approval, and frequent glances about at the others, as much as to say, "Do you hear that?
Isn't that bright ?" and a certain air of proprietorship, which meant that she thoroughly approved of Mr.Forsythe, and regarded him as her own discovery.
"This is the time we miss Gifford," said Miss Deborah, who had gone out into the hall to put on her overshoes.

"He was such a useful child." Lois came to help her, for Mr.Denner was far too timid to offer assistance, and the rector too stout, and Mr.Dale too absent-minded.