The Dean's face was a study as she entered, and Miss Daphne's fingers fluttered somewhat nervously over the coffee urn, and fragile cups.

Kit was out of breath, and so full of excitement that she did not even notice the air was chill.
"I've had a perfectly wonderful time," she began.

"No coffee, Aunt Daphne, please.

Mother doesn't allow me to have any.

It's all Sandy's fault.