Grandmother Newbury smiled . She understood . Frances had always been her favourite granddaughter , but she had never been blind , clear-sighted old lady that she was , to the little leaven of easy-going selfishness in the girl 's nature . She was pleased to see that Frances had conquered it this time . `` I 'm glad it is you who have come -- principally because you are cleverer than Cecilia , '' she said brusquely . `` Or at least you are the better talker . And I want a clever girl and a good talker to help me entertain a guest today . She 's clever herself , and she likes young girls . She is a particular friend of your Uncle Robert 's family down south , and that is why I have asked her to spend a few days with me . You 'll like her . '' Here Grandmother Newbury led Frances into the sitting-room . `` Mrs. Kennedy , this is my granddaughter , Frances Newbury . I told you about her and her ambitions last night . You see , Frances , we have talked you over . '' Mrs. Kennedy was a much younger woman than Grandmother Newbury . She was certainly no more than fifty and , in spite of her grey hair , looked almost girlish , so bright were her dark eyes , so clear-cut and fresh her delicate face , and so smart her general appearance . Frances , although not given to sudden likings , took one for Mrs. Kennedy . She thought she had never seen so charming a face . She found herself enjoying the day immensely . In fact , she forgot the Governor 's picnic and Sara Beaumont altogether .
Mrs. Kennedy proved XXXXX be a delightful companion .
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