Leaning her head against her chair, she had quite pushed out her comb, her hair dropped on her shoulder, and looked like a brown, coiled serpent.

Veronica, who had been silently observing her, rose from the sofa, picked up the comb, and fastened her hair, without speaking.

As she passed she gave me a dark look.
"Eh, Verry," said father, "are you there?
Were you glad to see Cassy home again ?" "Should I be glad?
What can _she_ do ?" Grandfather pursed up his mouth, and turned toward mother, as if he would like to say: "You understand bringing up children, don't you ?" She comprehended him, and, giving her head a slight toss, told Verry to go and play on the piano.
"I was going," she answered pettishly, and darting out a moment after we heard her.
Grandfather went, and presently Mr.Park got up in a lingering way, said that Verry must learn to play for the Lord, and bade us "Good night." But he came back again, to ask me if I would join Dr.Snell's Bible Class.

It would meet the next evening; the boys and girls of my own age went.

I promised him to go, wondering whether I should meet an ancient beau, Joe Bacon.