It was what she had always been accustomed to, and she had no reason to expect anything different.
Patsy met her at the train in New York and embraced her rapturously.
Patsy was really fond of Beth; but it was her nature to be fond of everyone, and her cousin, escaping from her smacking and enthusiastic kisses, told herself that Patsy would have embraced a cat with the same spontaneous ecstacy.

That was not strictly true, but there was nothing half hearted or halfway about Miss Doyle.

If she loved you, there would never be an occasion for you to doubt the fact.

It was Patsy's way.
Uncle John also was cordial in his greetings.

He was very proud of his pretty niece, and discerning enough to realize there was a broad strata of womanliness somewhere in Elizabeth's undemonstrative character.