She had abnormal powers of falsehood, not for profit or to make trouble, but jest simple lying for lie's sake.

The most incredible stories she would string off, and nothing pleased Billy more than to git her to goin', as he called it.
He would call our attention silently and reach behind her when she wuz about her work and turn an imaginary crank in her back, and then in the same pantomime would jump back as if in fear of the fatal power he'd invoked, but would wickedly delight in the endless stream of talk let forth, occasionally asking a few questions, enough to keep her going.
She would lean on top of her broom and tell of her former adventures thrilling enough and lengthy enough to fill a dozen lives.

But everything had happened to her personally, very few noted people but she had seen and been on intimate terms with, very few far distant countries but what she had visited, "Santered through," as she termed it.
In a fine disregard for geography she would tell of stepping from Chicago over to the Phillippines, and so on to London and then to Europe.

She detailed many adventures in Paris and described places that made us think that she had some time lived there.

She said she went there with Miss Louise and her son, Prince Arthur, when he wuz little, as his nurse.