Well, she found out Mother had a divorce.
(You see, _I_ hadn't told it.

I remembered how those girls out West bragged.) And she told a lot of the others.

But it didn't work at all as it had in the West.

None of the girls in this school here had a divorce in their families; and, if you'll believe it, they acted--some of them--as if it was a _disgrace_, even after I told them good and plain that ours was a perfectly respectable and genteel divorce.
Nothing I could say made a mite of difference, with some of the girls, and then is when I first heard that perfectly horrid word, "grass-widow." So I knew what Peter meant, though I was furious at him for using it.

And I let him see it good and plain.
Of course I changed schools.