For one thing, she was so good-natured, so kindly, so always eager to do someone a good turn--and last, not least, she had inherited her aunt's cleverness about clothes! She dressed in a way which Blanche Farrow thought ridiculously _outre_ and queer, but still, somehow, she always looked well-dressed.

And though she had never been taught dressmaking, she could make her own clothes when put to it, and was always willing to help other people with theirs.
Hugh Dunster, Bubbles' father, did not often favour his sister-in-law with a letter, but she had had a letter from him three days ago, of which the most important passage ran: "I understand that Bubbles is going to spend Christmas with you.

I wish you'd say a word to her about all this spiritualistic rot.

She seems to be getting deeper and deeper into it.

It's impairing her looks, making her nervous and almost hysterical--in a word, quite unlike herself.