So I'm in San Diego visiting some friends and I happen across a recent reprint of Nancy Drew #1, "The Secret of the Old Clock." The first few paragraphs read:

Nancy Drew, an attractive girl of eighteen, was driving home along a country road in her new, dark-blue convertible. She had just delivered some legal papers for her father.

"It was sweet of Dad to give me this car for my birthday," she thought. "And it's fun to help him in his work."

Her father, Carson Drew, a well-known lawyer in their home town of River Heights, frequently discussed puzzling aspects of cases with his blonde, blue-eyed daughter.

Smiling, Nancy said to herself, "Dad depends on my intuition."