One might have gathered that she was beholding the Merle twin in some high new light.

The Wilbur twin ate silently and as unobtrusively as he could, for table manners were especially watched by Winona on Sunday.

Not until the blackberry pie did he break into speech, and even then, it appeared, not with the utmost felicity.

His information that these here blackberries had been picked off the grave of some old Jonas Whipple up in the burying ground caused him to be regarded coldly by more than one of those about the table; and Winona wished to be told how many times she had asked him not to say "these here." Of course he couldn't tell her.
Dinner over, it appeared that Winona would take Merle with her to call upon poor old Mrs.Dodwell, who had been bedridden for twenty years, but was so patient with it all.

She loved to have Merle sit by her bedside of a Sunday and tell of the morning's sermon.