“I’ll tell you a family secret,” she whispered enthusiastically.

Liz sat at the table after she put on the food and ate with the family.

My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this Middle Western city for three generations.

His family were enormously wealthy⁠—even in college his freedom with money was a matter for reproach⁠—but now he’d left Chicago and come East in a fashion that rather took your breath away: for instance, he’d brought down a string of polo ponies from Lake Forest.