Godmother and Lloyd drove down to the station to meet her, but Joyce and I walked up and down under the locusts, wondering what she would be like.
We could hardly wait for the carriage to come, we were so eager to know.
I couldn't tell what it was about her, but somehow, when she stepped out of the carriage and shook hands with us, she made me feel awkward and shy and out of place.

Maybe it was because she had such a grown-up manner and seemed so young-ladified, although she is only Joyce's age.
Then she spoke in such a superior sort of way to her maid, when she ordered her to follow up-stairs with the satchels.
They went straight to the green room to dress for dinner, and Joyce and I locked arms again, and strolled down to the gate.

Joyce asked me what I thought of her.

I told her that I would be thankful to the end of time that I got here first.

Seeing her arrive in such a stylish travelling suit, gloves, and Knox hat, and carrying such a handsome leather bag, opened my eyes to the way I must have looked when I came.