Oddly enough, the Dean thawed more under Kit's persuasion when she begged for the stories than at any other time.

After each meal, it was his custom to take what he called "four draws" in his study.

Kit found at these times that he was in his best humor.

Relaxed and thoughtful, he would lean back in the deep Morris chair between the flat-topped desk and the fireplace, and smoke leisurely.

Even his pipe had come from Persia, its amber stem very slender and beautifully curved, its bowl a marvel of carving.
Kit sat pondering over her father's and mother's letters, after putting those of the two girls away.