Even Peggy and Norma smiled, and greeted the Founder's granddaughter in the proper spirit.
She was dressed in white, just a plain kilted skirt and smock, but Kit gloried in the way she took her place beside Charity at the tea table, and parried the questions of the girls with laughing ease.
"Of course," she said, with the little slight accent she seemed to have caught from her father and old Grandmother Beaubien, "I thought every one in Delphi knew.

For myself, I am proud of him, and of all my mother's people, but I am also proud of being a Beaubien.

You girls do not know perhaps that some of my father's people helped to found Fort Dearborn, and they were very brave and courageous voyagers in the early days of New France." Peggy really rose to the occasion remarkably, Kit thought.

Probably the most zealously guarded membership in Hope's freshman class was that of the Portia Club, and yet, before the tea was over, she had invited Marcelle to attend the next meeting and be proposed for membership.
"We're not going to try a whole play at first, just famous scenes, and I know you'd fit in somewhere and enjoy it.

Don't you want to, Marcelle ?" Marcelle shrugged her shoulders, deprecatingly.
"I shall be glad to help always," she said, with simple dignity, "if you wish to make me one of you.