I could have taken it all down in half the time.

She kept stopping and looking up with that mouth of hers half open, as if she had all day before her.
Grandfather's so absorbed he doesn't notice; he likes to read the thing over and over, to hear how the words sound.

That girl would be no good at any sort of work, except 'sitting,' I suppose.

Aunt B.used to say she sat well.

There's something queer about her face; it reminds me a little of that Botticelli Madonna in the National Gallery, the full-face one; not so much in the shape as in the expression--almost stupid, and yet as if things were going to happen to her.