She was a pew-opener in a church at one time, which may account for it.

When you ask if Jean is in, she puts her head on one side in a considering way and says, 'I'm no' juist sure,' and ambles away, leaving the visitor quite undecided whether she is intended to remain on the doorstep or follow her in.

I know now that she means you to remain meekly on the doorstep, for she lately recounted to me with glee of another caller, 'I'd went awa' up the stair to see if Miss Jean wis in, an' whit d'ye think?
When I lukit roond the wumman wis at ma heels.' The other day workmen were in the house doing something, and when Mrs.M'Cosh opened the door to me she said, 'Ye see the mess we're in.

D'ye think ye should come in ?' leaving it to my better nature to decide.
"She is always serene, always smiling.

The great love of her life is Peter, the fox-terrier, one of the wickedest and nicest of dogs.