It was Mrs.Tod and Miss March.
We ought to have left the kitchen: I think John muttered something to that effect, and even made a slight movement towards the door; but--I don't know how it was--we stayed.
She came and stood by the fire, scarcely noticing us.

Her fresh cheeks were faded, and she had the weary look of one who has watched for many hours.

Some sort of white dimity gown that she wore added to this paleness.
"I think he is better, Mrs.Tod--decidedly better," said she, speaking quickly.

"You ought to go to bed now.

Let all the house be quiet.