I couldn't see how he was taking it, though--what I said--for after the very first he sat back in his chair and shaded his eyes with his hand; and he sat like that all the time I was talking.

He did not even stir until I said how at the last she bought me the homely shoes and the plain dark suit so I could go as Mary, and be Mary when Aunt Jane first saw me get off the train.
When I said that, he dropped his hand and turned around and stared at me.

And there was such a funny look in his eyes.
"I _thought_ you didn't look the same!" he cried; "not so white and airy and--and--I can't explain it, but you looked different.

And yet, I didn't think it could be so, for I knew you looked just as you did when you came, and that no one had asked you to--to put on Mary's things this year." He sort of smiled when he said that; then he got up and began to walk up and down the piazza, muttering: "So you _came_ as Mary, you _came_ as Mary." Then, after a minute, he gave a funny little laugh and sat down.
Mrs.Small came up the front walk then to see Cousin Grace, and Father told her to go right into the library where Cousin Grace was.

So we were left alone again, after a minute.
It was 'most dark on the piazza, but I could see Father's face in the light from the window; and it looked--well, I'd never seen it look like that before.