The skirt-band was too tight, and the gloves were torture.
Elizabeth turned slowly, and went down-stairs, past the admiring aunt and grandmother, who exclaimed at the girl's beauty, now that she was attired to their mind, and encouraged her by saying they were sure her grandmother would want to do something for so pretty a girl.
Lizzie called out to her not to worry, as she flew for her car.

She said she had heard there was a variety show in town where they wanted a girl who could shoot.

If she didn't succeed with her grandmother, they would try and get her in at the show.

The girls at the store knew a man who had charge of it.

They said he liked pretty girls, and they thought would be glad to get her.