Mrs.
MacIntyre was there, fresh and dainty as Betty always remembered her, with the sunshine flickering softly through the leaves on her beautiful white hair.

Miss Allison, who, in the children's opinion, knew everything, sat beside her, and worst of all, the younger Mrs.MacIntyre was there; Malcolm's and Keith's mother, whom Betty had never seen before, but of whom she had heard glowing descriptions from her admiring sons.
Lloyd pointed her out to Betty as they drove in at the gate.

"See, there she is, in that lovely pink organdy.

Wouldn't you love to look like her?
I would.

She's like a queen." Betty sank back, faint with embarrassment.