Sweet Nothings

Sweet Nothings
The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The Broken Pitcher
She rose and the doctor followed her. Miss Marple watched them leave the room.
Miss Crackenthorpe is a very devoted daughter, I see, she said.
"Can't imagine how she sticks the old man, myself," said the outspoken Cedric.
"She has a very comfortable home here, and father is very much attached to her," said Harold quickly.
"Em's all right," said Cedric. "Born to be an old maid."
There was a faint twinkle in Miss Marple's eye as she said:
"Oh, do you think so?"
Harold said quickly:
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"My brother didn't use the term old maid in any derogatory sense, Miss Marple."
"Oh, I wasn't offended," said Miss Marple. "I just wondered if he was right. I shouldn't say myself that Miss Crackenthorpe would be an old maid. She's the type, I think, that's quite likely to marry late in life – and make a success of it."
"Not very likely living here," said Cedric. "Never sees anybody she could marry."