Her voice sounded like the hum of a bee, being full of husky vibrations; her double chin sank into her broad heaving bosom, folded over with white plaided muslin.
"Seems to me it belongs to you, as long as you're the doctor's wife," said Mrs.Ray.She was very small and lean beside the soft bulk of the other woman, but there was a sort of mental uplifting about her which made her unconscious of it.

Mrs.Ray had never considered herself a small woman; she seemed always to see the tops of other women's heads.
The doctor's wife looked at her dubiously, panting softly all over her great body.

It was a warm afternoon.

The low red and white rose-bushes sprayed all around the step-stone, and they were full of roses.

The doctor's wife raised the brass knocker.