She wore a strait black gown of the coarsest material, only the fair folds of muslin about her throat giving daintiness to her attire.

Her son breakfasted with us, and I fancied he often looked at me curiously as if to say, "What concern can she have with us?
why did she come?
how long will she remain ?" I had talked to him without embarrassment as we drove along, but now I could hardly speak.

Never had I felt so shy in any company as I did in the presence of my mother's friend.
After breakfast she led me to my room, bright and airy, but scantily furnished.

It had a window looking out on an orchard threaded by long alleys, over which hung a glowing roof of fruit-laden branches.

And here I unpacked my trunks and stowed away my elegant dresses in a huge painted wardrobe smelling of apples.