It might never meet this young woman's caprice to be flagrantly a Peavey in my presence, but her capacity for this, if she chose to exercise it, I detected beyond a doubt.

She was patently a daughter of Miss Caroline, and the cosmic chill had been an afterthought of her own.
She did me the honor, late in the afternoon of this day, to occupy an easy-chair within my vined porch.

She went farther.

She affected a polite interest in myself.

But her craft was crude.