Her little shoes now fitted her smartly and had high heels.

She had learned much about laces and those little neckpieces which add so much to a woman's appearance.

Her form had filled out until it was admirably plump and well-rounded.
Hurstwood wrote her one morning, asking her to meet him in Jefferson Park, Monroe Street.

He did not consider it policy to call any more, even when Drouet was at home.
The next afternoon he was in the pretty little park by one, and had found a rustic bench beneath the green leaves of a lilac bush which bordered one of the paths.

It was at that season of the year when the fullness of spring had not yet worn quite away.