And she smiled.

I had seen her smile before, but never before had she seen me at those times.

That she should now smile for and at me seemed to be a circumstance little short of epoch-making.
I cannot affirm that there was even one moment of that curiously short afternoon when she became wholly and frankly a Peavey.

But more than once did this felicity seem to impend, and I suspected that she might even have been more graciously endowed than with a mere Peavey capacity in general.

I believed that if she chose, she might almost become a Miss Caroline Peavey.