Sylvia Anderson had a lovely, fine delicacy where the foibles of her own sex were concerned.

She was so essentially feminine herself that she was never quite rid of her maiden sense of alienation even with her son.

She would have been much happier with a daughter, although she was very fond of her son.
One afternoon in May, a short time after Mrs.Van Dorn and Mrs.Lee had made their circuit of calls which had included her, some other ladies were making the rounds in the calling-coach, which drew up before her door.

There were three ladies, two of them unmarried.

They were an elder aunt, her young unmarried niece, and a married lady who had been the girl friend of the aunt.