Home now looked bare and dismal as she thought of it, work grew harder than ever, and she felt that she was a very destitute and much-injured girl, in spite of the new gloves and silk stockings.
She had not much time for repining, however, for the three young girls were busily employed in 'having a good time'.

They shopped, walked, rode, and called all day, went to theaters and operas or frolicked at home in the evening, for Annie had many friends and knew how to entertain them.

Her older sisters were very fine young ladies, and one was engaged, which was extremely interesting and romantic, Meg thought.
Mr.Moffat was a fat, jolly old gentleman, who knew her father, and Mrs.Moffat, a fat, jolly old lady, who took as great a fancy to Meg as her daughter had done.

Everyone petted her, and 'Daisey', as they called her, was in a fair way to have her head turned.
When the evening for the small party came, she found that the poplin wouldn't do at all, for the other girls were putting on thin dresses and making themselves very fine indeed.

So out came the tarlatan, looking older, limper, and shabbier than ever beside Sallie's crisp new one.