I hope she won't be all day raking a few girls together.
She's not what you'd call quick.

I've misjudged her.

Here she comes with half a dozen at least--and, oh, no, Sheila! You don't mean to say you've brought candy?
Well, you _are_ a sport! Let's squat under the mimosa tree and hand it round." The little group of Peachy's favorite friends who settled themselves under the yellow mimosa bush to suck taffy and watch the flaming sunset were all afterwards intimately bound up with Irene's school career.

Each was such a distinct personality that she sorted them out fairly accurately on that first evening, and decided the particular order in which they would rank in her affections.
There was Jess Cameron, a jolly Scottish lassie.

She rolled her r's when she spoke, and was a trifle matter-of-fact and practical, but was evidently the dependable anchor of the rest of the scatter-brained crew, the one who made the most sensible suggestions, and to whom--though they teased her a little and called her "Grannie"-- they all turned in the end for help and advice.