While they were Chatting and sipping their tea, Hester had quietly resumed the reading of her letter, and now she sat staring straight before her, the pages crushed in her hand, leaning forward, pale, with her eyes fixed on space as if they looked on some awful sight.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
Mrs. Collingwood spent her day in the steamer chair while her husband walked the deck with his cigar or sat Chatting at her side.
"The Locusts' Years"
Mary Helen Fee
His accents were deliberate, and he appeared as much at ease as if he were Chatting with friends in his own home.
"The Man from Jericho"
Edwin Carlile Litsey