Peter was regarding her in some bewilderment. Was this the woman whose beauty had so impressed his brother that he had continually alluded to it the night before? Well, she might be pretty, but it was hard to tell when she would not raise her head, and all he could see clearly was a dowdy hairstyle and a pair of glasses.
"She is like a fairy who has come into our lives and cast a spell over everything," Alice insisted.
"Are you really a fairy, Miss Johnson?" Peter asked in a warm, semi-playful tone. It came from his kind heart, and usually put nervous employees at their ease, which was his intention.
But instead of smiling at him this iron maiden (as he was beginning to think of her) merely said,
"That's just Miss Alice's way of talking, sir."
"Uncle Peter, Papa says you are coming wi
