I am going to enjoy myself, and nurse sick people, and do real work, instead of grinding away at that stupid German.' And Jill set her little white teeth, and looked determined, so I thought it best not to contradict her.
'I am so glad Uncle Max thought of Miss Gillespie, dear.' 'Who is she?
I hate her already.

I expect she is only an Anglicised Fraeulein,' observed Jill, with a vixenish look.
'You are quite wrong.

Miss Gillespie is Scotch, and she is very nice and good, and pretty too, for I have often heard Uncle Max talk of her.

Her father was Max's great friend, and at his death the daughters were obliged to go out in the world.

Miss Gillespie is the eldest.