Her grandmother should see her just as she was.

She should know what kind of a girl belonged to her.

Then, if she chose to be a real grandmother, well and good.
Mrs.Brady was much disturbed in mind when Elizabeth came down-stairs.

She exclaimed in horror, and tried to force the girl to go back, telling her it was a shame and disgrace to go in such garments into the sacred precincts of Rittenhouse Square; but the girl was not to be turned back.
She would not even wait till her aunt and Lizzie came home.

She would go now, at once.
Mrs.Brady sat down in her rocking-chair in despair for full five minutes after she had watched the reprehensible girl go down the street.