"She's got brains, that girl of ours," said Selford, nodding his head complacently.
"And a taking manner, don't you think, Dick?"
"Those boys find her attractive, or it looks like it, anyhow!"
"Of course she's not exactly pretty, but I do think she's rather distinguished somehow."
"Your daughter would be sure to be that, my dear Janet," he remarked gallantly.
"No, I really think she's more like you," insisted Janet amiably. "I must make an effort" (Mrs. Selford was fond of that phrase) "and take her out into society more. I don't think we're quite giving her her chance."
"Ah, you've begun to think of match-making!" he cried in playful reproof.
But it pleased him highly to think that he had, after all, an attractive daughter. He took much more notice of her than he had been used to take, and Mrs. Selford eyed her with critical affection. Decidedly the increase of human interest, as opposed to artistic and canine, was a good influence in the Selford household.
Anna soon saw how her position had improved. She was not demonstrative about it, but she appreciated it. She was also sharp enough to use it. The next time an invitation to a party came, she refused to go unless she might have a frock of her own choosing.
"I won't go if I'm to look a guy!" she said.