Rose held her face a little averted.

The lighting of the room had blotted out for her the soft indeterminateness of the summer night outside, and she was a little afraid to look at Sylvia with the glare of the lamp full upon her face.
"You'll get cold setting there," said Sylvia; "besides, folks can look right in.

Get up and I'll unhook your dress." Rose got up.

Sylvia lowered the white window-shade and Rose stood about for her gown to be unfastened.

She still kept her face away from the older woman.