She went through a number of new introductions, and declared to herself that she was doing all she could.

Miss Raeburn was not so well satisfied.
"Why can't she smile and chatter like other girls ?" thought Aunt Neta, impatiently.

"It's her 'ideas,' I suppose.

What rubbish! There, now--just see the difference!" For at the moment Lady Winterbourne came up, and instantly Marcella was all smiles and talk, holding her friend by both hands, clinging to her almost.
"Oh, do come here!" she said, leading her into a corner.

"There's such a crowd, and I say all the wrong things.