Jill's shrewd, honest eyes were hardly in fault there: she used to narrate with glee any little fact she could glean about 'the lady with two faces,' as she used to call her.
'Oh, she is a deep one,' Jill would say.

'I could not understand her at first.

I thought she was just bright and talkative and good-natured, and I thought it nice to sit and listen to her, and she was very kind, and petted me a good deal, and I did not find her out at first.' 'Find her out! what do you mean, Jill ?' I asked innocently.
'Why, that she is not good-natured a bit, really,' with a sagacious nod of her head.

'She keeps a stock of smiles for Cousin Giles and any chance visitor.

She is not half so nice and charming when Miss Hamilton and Lady Betty are alone with her.