Chris Wyndham, however, had been a tomboy all her life, and she could scarcely be expected to reform at such a juncture.

She was not accustomed to solitude, and her restless spirit chafed after distraction.
The conventions had never troubled her.

Brought up as she had been with three unruly boys, running wild with them during the whole of her childhood, it was scarcely to be wondered at if her outlook on life was more that of a boy than a girl.

She had been in Mademoiselle Gautier's charge during the past three years, but somehow that had not sobered her very materially.

She was spoilt by all except her aunt, who was wont to remark with some acidity that if she didn't come to grief one way or another, this would probably continue to be the case for the term of her natural life.