she was perfectly
with commonplace sobriety
in getting dinner
When she went downstairs again, the kitchen was full of savory smells, the pot was boiling, and Mother, with a perfectly commonplace sobriety of interest in her household deeds, was getting dinner.
From Mistletoe — A Christmas Eve Love Story by Alice Brown (1856-1948)
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