She could only be called commonplace inasmuch as in the ordinary daily affairs of life she had a great deal of ordinary daily commonplace good-sense.

Give her a routine to follow, and no routine could be better adhered to.

In the allotted sphere of a woman's duties she never seemed in fault.

No household, not even Mrs.Poyntz's, was more happily managed.

The old Abbots' House had merged its original antique gloom in the softer character of pleasing repose.