When the girl remonstrated, she seemed so distressed that there was nothing to do but accept them.
Sylvia no longer used any of Abrahama White's clothes for herself.
Instead, she begged Rose to take them, and finally induced her to send several old gowns to her dressmaker in New York for renovation.
When Rose appeared in these gowns Sylvia's expression of worried secrecy almost vanished.
The time went on, and it was midsummer.

Horace was spending his long vacation in East Westland.

He had never done so before, and Sylvia was not pleased by it.

Day after day she told him that he did not look well, that she thought he needed a change of air.

Henry became puzzled.