“Slam⁠—bang!” the old spinster said. “That was she . No need to look up to tell who just came in. Of course, there she goes⁠—like a kitten to a saucer of milk⁠—how pretty it is! I wish we might change places, so you could look at her as much as you liked. Naturally you don’t care to keep turning your head⁠—that would flatter her far too much. She is greeting her table⁠—you really ought to look, it is so refreshing to see her! When she smiles and talks as she is doing now, a dimple comes in one cheek, but not always, only when she likes. What a love of a woman! A spoilt child, that is why she is so heedless. Creatures like that one has to love, whether one will or no; they vex you with their heedlessness, but that is only one reason the more for loving them; it makes you so happy to have to care for them in spite of yourself.”