She wore a miniature of her great-grandfather as a pin, and her little fingers were covered with rings, in strange old-fashioned settings.

Her small figure had an unusual dignity in the lustrous silk, which was turned away at the neck, and filled with point-lace that looked like frosted cobwebs.

The sleeves of her gown were full, and gathered into a wristband over point-lace ruffles which almost hid her little hands, folded primly in front of her.

"Little bishops" Miss Deborah called these sleeves, and she was apt to say that, for her part, she thought a closely fitting sleeve was hardly modest.

Her full skirt rustled, as, holding herself very straight, she came into her sister's room, that they might go down together.
Miss Ruth was still in her gray linsey-woolsey petticoat, short enough to show her trim ankles in their black open-worked silk stockings.