His sister's blushes were enough to convict her, and they were mightily becoming, too.
"Here, Aunt Mary," went on Jean, "here's yours, an' here's somethin' for each of my new sisters." This distribution left the women as happy and occupied, almost, as the children.

It left also another package, the last one in the bundle.

Jean laid hold of it and, lifting it, he was about to speak when he sustained a little shock of memory.

Quite distinctly he saw two little feet, with bare toes peeping out of worn-out moccasins, and then round, bare, symmetrical ankles that had been scratched by brush.

Next he saw Ellen Jorth's passionate face as she looked when she had made the violent action so disconcerting to him.