They were not strident and they were not arrogant, but so much noisiness and so much innocent assurance might, to unsympathetic eyes, seem so.

They were handsome girls, fresh-skinned, athletic, tall and slender.

They wore beautifully simple white lawn dresses, and their shining fair hair was brushed off their foreheads and tied at the back with black bows in a very becoming fashion, though Althea thought the bows too large and the fashion too obviously local.
Helen was in her old place that night, and she smiled at Althea as she and her party took their places at a table larger and at a little distance.

She was to come in for coffee after dinner, so that Althea adjourned introductions.

Aunt Julia looked sharply and appraisingly at the black figure, and the girls did not look at all.