Princess gowns stiffened their shawl and crinoline gestures.
"So this is Mary. She's not like her mother, Caroline. Meta, can you see any likeness?"
Miss Frewin arched her eyes and smiled, without looking at you.
"I can't say I do."
Their heads made little nodding bows as they talked. Miss Frewin's bow was sidelong and slow, Mrs. Waugh's straight and decisive.
"She's not like Rodney," Mrs. Waugh said. "And she's not like Emilius.
Who is she like?"
Mary answered. "I'm rather like Dan and a good bit like Mark. But I'm most of all like myself."
Mrs. Waugh said "Oh." Her mouth went on saying it while she looked at you.
"She is not in the least like Mark," Mamma said.
They settled down, one on each side of Mamma, smiling at her with their small, faded mouths as you smile at people you love and are happy with. You could see that Mamma was happy, too, sitting between them, safe.