There was Widow Fall.

She was French, from Virginia, and she talked like little tinkly notes of music.

I just loved to hear her, and she walked like high-up royalty.

Her dress was always black, with white bands at the neck and sleeves, black rustly silk, and her eyes and hair were like the dress.

There was a little red on her cheeks and lips, and her face was always grave until she saw you directly before her, and then she smiled the sweetest smile.
Maybe Sarah Hood was not pretty, but there was something about her lean face and shining eyes that made you look twice before you were sure of it, and by that time you had got so used to her, you liked her better as she was, and wouldn't have changed her for anything.