And each carried her point.

The dish did not appear on the table, yet every guest was asked if he or she would have some "Sicituradastra"-- for to the housemaid it was one word--which was on the sideboard.
But the anxieties of the dinner were not over even when the table was as beautiful and stately as could be desired, and Miss Deborah was conscious that every dish was perfect.

The two little ladies, tired, but satisfied, had yet to dress.

Sarah had put the best black silks on the bed in each room, but for the lighter touches of the toilette the sisters were their own judges.

Miss Deborah must decide what laces she should wear, and long did Miss Ruth stand at her dressing-table, wondering whether to pin the pale lavender ribbon at her throat or the silver-gray one.
Miss Deborah was dressed first.