Despite her experience with her friends and relatives, her stage associates, and her paramours, she was still a little unschooled in the world.

Her heart was essentially poetic and innocent.

No one had ever given her much of anything--not even her parents.

Her allowance thus far in life had been a pitiful six dollars a week outside of her clothing.

As she surveyed these pretty things in the privacy of her room she wondered oddly whether Cowperwood was growing to like her.