Her saunter was not an undignified one, nor did she neglect her duty in any particular; but all the while there was an undercurrent of greater activity in her mind, and the under-thoughts were occupied wholly and entirely with herself and her own interests.
After walking in the open road for a little while she came under the great elm trees that held their leafless limbs in wide arch over the village street.

Here a footpath was shovelled in the snow, on either side of the sleigh road.

The sun was throwing down the graceful lines of elm twigs on path and snowdrift.

The snow lawns in front of the village houses were pure and bright; little children played in them with tiny sledge and snow spade, often under the watchful eye of a mother who sat sewing behind the window pane.

Now and then sleighs passed on the central road with a cheerful jingle of bells.
When Eliza, with the children, came to the centre of the village, it became necessary to cross the street.