She was dressed in her Sunday best, flowered poke bonnet, mitts, imitation India shawl, rustling black bombazine gown.

She looked at Mr.Pepper then at the minister.
"O Mr.Ellery!" she exclaimed, "be you here ?" The Reverend John admitted his presence.

Miss Pepper's demeanor surprised him.

She did not seem angry; indeed, she acted embarrassed and confused, as if she, and not her brother, were the guilty party.
"I'm afraid I'm awful late, 'Bishy," she said.

"Have you had your supper ?" Kyan was too perturbed to venture a reply.