For all the gingham wrapper and spectacles anchored in the hair and general air of hard work and no "culture," she was thinking, as she looked at Mrs.Whitney's artificiality and listened to those affected accents, that she was glad her mother was Ellen Ranger and not Matilda Whitney.

"But mother doesn't believe she has a hard time," she answered, "and everything depends on what one believes oneself; don't you think so?
I often envy her.

She's always busy and interested.

And she's so useful, such a happiness-maker." "I often feel that way, too," responded Mrs.Whitney, in her most profusely ornate "_grande dame_" manner.

"I get _so_ bored with leading an artificial life.