Georgie felt ashamed of her papa, recollecting his crumpled old hat, and his scrubby chin.

Being really a nice girl, under the veneer that was so industriously placed upon her, she made friends among her fellow scholars, and was invited to more than one of their grand homes in Kensington and the suburbs of London.

There she learned all the pomp of villa life, which put into the shade the small incomes which displayed their miserable vanities in the petty market town.

Footmen, butlers, late dinners, wines, carriages, the ceaseless gossip of 'Society' were enough to dazzle the eyes of a girl born so near the cowshed.

The dresses she had to wear to mix with these grand friends cost a good deal--her parents sacrificing their own comforts for her advantage--and yet, in comparison with the beautiful costumes she saw, they seemed shabby.
Georgie was so far fortunate as to make friends of some of the elder people, and when she had passed her examinations, and obtained the diplomas and certificates which are now all essential, through their interest she obtained at starting a very high salary.