Peering into the mirror, she adjusted her bonnet at a jaunty angle so the bird perched among the cluster of silk flowers would not appear to be sitting squarely on top of her head. Esther stood looking over her shoulder. Sarah glanced at Esther’s reflection in the mirror and noted that her features were really quite good: nicely contoured lips, straight nose, well-defined cheeks. But something was different. True, Esther was about to make a bold, brash statement against her brother and his cabinet. But there was something else, something about her eyes. Eyes that looked suspiciously as if they wore a touch of... brown bistre? Looking more closely, trying to discern if Esther was, in fact, wearing coloring on her eyes, Sarah said, "Are you certain you want to march with us?" Esther’s joining the group that Sarah had collected to parade to the courthouse would definitely place Esther in jeopardy with both her mother and Jon. Esther gave her a confident smile. "Yes," she replied. "I think it's appalling what the city council is doing to you.
