In spite of the almost unfavorable impression she had at first created, it was impossible not to acknowledge that the newspaper girl possessed a vividly interesting personality.

As she sat wrapped in the folds of her gray kimono, arms folded over her chest, she looked not unlike a feminine Napoleon.

Elfreda's quick eyes traced the resemblance.
"You look for all the world like Napoleon," she observed bluntly.
"Thank you," returned Kathleen with mock gratitude.

"I can't imagine Napoleon in a gray kimono at a tea party, but I feel imbued with a certain amount of his ambition.

By the way, would any of you like to hear the rest of my story ?" she asked impudently.