They had never been goddesses; they did not know what they were going without.

But her child, who had been, as it were, born a fairy, would miss tragically the delicate beauty of her every-day life, would fade under the ugly monotony of poverty.
But how could she say this to Mrs.Wayne, in her flat-heeled shoes and simple, boyish shirt and that twelfth-century saint's profile, of which so much might have been made by a clever woman?
At last she began, still smoothing her muff: "Mrs.Wayne, I have brought up my daughter very simply.

I don't at all approve of the extravagances of these modern girls, with their own motors and their own bills.

Still, she has had a certain background.

We must admit that marriage with your son on his income alone would mean a decrease in her material comforts." Mrs.Wayne laughed.
"More than you know, probably." This was candid, and Adelaide pressed on.
"Well is it wise or kind to make such a demand on a young creature when we know marriage is difficult at the best ?" she asked.
Mrs.Wayne hesitated.
"You see, I have never seen your daughter, and I don't know what her feeling for Pete may be." "I'll answer both questions.