If she wished to make a certain impression she believed that she made it.

She believed that she was believed.
"My mother asked me to say that she was sorry she couldn't come down," Mary said, when they were seated.
Sibyl ran the scale of a cooing simulance of laughter, which she had been brought up to consider the polite thing to do after a remark addressed to her by any person with whom she was not on familiar terms.
It was intended partly as a courtesy and partly as the foundation for an impression of sweetness.
"Just thought I'd fly in a minute," she said, continuing the cooing to relieve the last doubt of her gentiality.

"I thought I'd just behave like REAL country neighbors.

We are almost out in the country, so far from down-town, aren't we?
And it seemed such a LOVELY day! I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed meeting those nice people at tea that afternoon.

You see, coming here a bride and never having lived here before, I've had to depend on my husband's friends almost entirely, and I really've known scarcely anybody.