That the girl was insincere in little things and cultivated a polished manner to conceal her real feelings, is undeniable; but in spite of this she might be relied upon to prove loyal and true in emergencies.
Patricia Doyle was more than two years the junior of her cousin Louise and very unlike her.

Patsy's old father, Major Gregory Doyle, said "she wore her heart on her sleeve," and the girl was frank and outspoken to a fault.

Patsy had no "figure" to speak of, being somewhat dumpy in build, nor were her piquant features at all beautiful.

Her nose tipped at the end, her mouth was broad and full-lipped and her complexion badly freckled.

But Patsy's hair was of that indescribable shade that hovers between burnished gold and sunset carmine.