And Ethelyn bore it all, feeling that by being there with such people she had fallen from the pedestal on which Ethelyn Grant once stood.

Her lavender dress was stepped upon, and her point applique caught and torn by the big pin Andy had upon his coat cuff.

Taken as a whole, that party was the most dreadful of anything Ethelyn had endured and she could have cried for joy when the last guest had said good-night, and she was at liberty to lay her aching head upon her pillow.
Four days after there was a large and fashionable party at Mrs.Judge Miller's, in Camden, and Ethelyn went over in the cars, taking Eunice with her as dressing-maid, and stopping at the Stafford House.

That night she wore her bridal robes, receiving so much attention that her head was nearly turned with flattery.

She could dance with the young men of Camden, and flirt with them, too--especially with Harry Clifford, who, she found, had been in college with Frank Van Buren.