She was afraid of Mrs.Hobbs, afraid of Mr.Hallett, afraid of the Baxters and all the staring crowd; but she was more afraid of what was going to happen.

She tugged at the housekeeper's sleeve.
"Mrs.Hobbs!" she whispered, quiveringly.

"Oh, Mrs.Hobbs!" Mrs.Hobbs shook off the clutch at her sleeve.
"Sshh!" she whispered.

"Sshh!" "But--but please, Mrs.Hobbs--" "Sshh! You mustn't talk.

Be still.