He might be charmed with her.

You never can tell what a man is going to like." "Not that--that--_clam_!" Mary answered warmly, with an expression of disgust.

"I know Jack! You've no idea how she can shut herself up in her shell.

She never would fit in our family and I know he'd never--" The signal announcing breakfast made her stop in the middle of her sentence, for at that same instant the girls began to file in.
"Well, it's good-bye, 'Betty.' I must begin talking to 'Miss Lewis' now." Giving Betty's hand a quick squeeze under the table, she drew herself up sedately.
The Old Girls' Welcome to the New was the chief topic of conversation that morning.

It was to take place that night, and as the invitations would not be delivered until the opening of the first mail, every Freshman was in a flutter of expectancy, wondering who her escort was to be.
"I hope mine will be either Cornie Dean or Dorene Derwent," confided Mary to Betty in an undertone, "because I know them so well.