Just then the door opened and Miss Jane Maythorne, Peace's aunt, came in.

She was a tall, thin, sallow-faced woman, with angular shoulders and a sharp chin.

She looked like a New England woman who had worked hard all her life and had much trouble, so much that she thought of little else now but work and trouble; who had a heart somewhere, but was apt to forget all about it except on great occasions.
"I've been talking to Peace about not eating more," said Gypsy, when she had introduced Joy, and said good-afternoon.

"She'll die if she doesn't eat more than that," pointing to the plate.
"She can eat all she wants, as far as I know," said Aunt Jane, rather shortly.

"Nobody ever told her not to.