I was never sorry before that Di and I are only step-sisters--no, not a bit sorry, though her mother had all the money, and brought it to my poor father; but now I wish I were Lady Mountstuart's niece, and that I had some of the coaxing, 'girly' ways Di can put on when she wants to get something out of people.

I'd make the Foreign Secretary give you exactly what you wanted, even if it took you far, far from me." With that, he looked at me suddenly, and his face grew slowly red, under the brown.
"You are a very kind Imp," he said.

"Imp" is the name he invented for me.

I loved to hear him call me by it.
"Kind!" I echoed.

"One isn't kind when one--likes--people." I saw by his eyes, then, that he knew.