Of the other fact he had not the least suspicion.

He said: "Well, it's real becoming to you, Maria.

I guess I like it better than the other way.
I notice all the girls seem to wear their hair so nowadays." Aunt Maria smiled at him gratefully.

When her sister had married him, she had wondered what on earth she saw in Harry Edgham; now he seemed to her a very likeable man.
When Maria sat in school that morning, her aunt's pompadour diverted her mind from her book; then she caught Gladys Mann's wondering eyes upon her, and she studied again.
While Maria could scarcely be said to have an intimate friend at school, a little girl is a monstrosity who has neither a friend nor a disciple; she had her disciple, whose name was Gladys Mann.

Gladys was herself a little outside the pale.