"That's not saying much for her. I think she's all right, though. But I haven't seen any signs of the chocolates yet."
"What chocolates?"
"I thought she'd be sure, to bring us a great big expensive box tied up with pink ribbons, so as to make friends with us and get us on her side."
"I shouldn't have thought nearly so much of her if she had. What I like about her is that she doesn't toady. She knows she's got to make a good impression, but she doesn't show she's trying. I'm sure mother likes her."
"We haven't seen her with father yet."
"We shall at dinner. I really think she's rather a darling, Nancy. I think I shall give in."
Nancy announced her intention of holding out a little longer just to make sure. "She's just the merest trifle too sweet for my taste," she said. "I must be quite certain that it's part of her first."
"I'm sure it's part of her," said Joan. "She isn't any sweeter than Aunt Grace, and you like her."
"Aunt Grace is too sweet for my taste, although it is part of her, and isn't put on. I like people with more character. Toby, now—she's a ripper."
"Yes, I like her," admitted Joan. "She likes us too. I think she wants to egg us on to deal with Pipp."