Don't you know it's very unlady-like to whistle?
Mrs.Upjohn puts Maria to bed for it." "Dear me.

I must take care she doesn't ever catch _me_ at it.

Ah! the dress has ironed nicely, hasn't it?
Would you mind standing out a little from the shadow ?" Phebe moved a step forward into the stream of light that shot across the piazza from the open window, and stood so, looking up at him out of her soft white muslin draperies and white ribbons, not a ray of color about her anywhere, like a very material and sweet little ghost.
"Yes, you look very nice, very nice indeed," he said, after a grave inspection that took in every detail of face and figure.

A young, innocent face it was, with soft brown hair as bright and as fine as silk, all turned back from a low forehead, around which it grew in the very prettiest way in the world, and gathered in loose braids in the neck; and she had such a fresh, clear complexion, and such honest, loving, gray eyes, and such a round, girlish figure,--how was it people never made more of her prettiness?
"I think you look nicer than any one here," Mr.Halloway added, in thorough conviction.

"You must be an adept in ironing." Phebe laughed softly in pure pleasure.