Caps were set straight and sleeves pulled down.

Her face shone with pride and her eyes glistened as the small fry, discoursing in excited whispers, filed stiffly out.
A sudden cessation of gossip in neighbouring doorways testified to the impression made by their appearance.

Past little startled groups the procession picked its way in squeaking pride, with Mrs.Vickers and Selina bringing up the rear.

The children went by with little set, important faces; but Miss Vickers's little bows and pleased smiles of recognition to acquaintances were so lady-like that several untidy matrons retired inside their houses to wrestle grimly with feelings too strong for outside display.
"Pack o' prancing peacocks," said the unnatural Mr.Vickers, as the procession wound round the corner.
He stood looking vacantly up the street until the gathering excitement of his neighbours aroused new feelings.

Vanity stirred within him, and leaning casually against the door-post he yawned and looked at the chimney-pots opposite.