Over it were sprinkled little stars that glistened in the sun like diamonds.

The men were dressed in blue, of the same shade as their hats, and wore well-polished boots with a deep roll of blue at the tops.

The men, Dorothy thought, were about as old as Uncle Henry, for two of them had beards.

But the little woman was doubtless much older.

Her face was covered with wrinkles, her hair was nearly white, and she walked rather stiffly.
When these people drew near the house where Dorothy was standing in the doorway, they paused and whispered among themselves, as if afraid to come farther.