She knew also that giving Anne something to keep her occupied would relieve her embarrassment.

Anne conscientiously filled and refilled the glasses, and in the intervals answered the questions put to her; but never asked any herself.
Miriam Nesbit came in late with her two most intimate friends.

She wore a resplendent dress of old rose crepe and a big black hat.

Anne forgot her resentment when she caught sight of the vision and was lost in admiration.

But she was brought sharply to her senses by a rude, sneering laugh from the ill-bred girl, who was staring insolently at the old black silk gown.
Anne flushed and hung her head.
"I am glad Mrs.Harlowe gave me the flowers," she thought.