Elizabeth fitted into it better than she had feared.

It seemed pleasanter to her than the house on Flora Street.

There was more room, and more air, and more quiet.

With her mountain breeding she could not get her breath in a crowd.
She was presently taken in a luxurious carriage, drawn by two beautiful horses, to a large department store, where she sat by the hour and watched her grandmother choose things for her.

Another girl might have gone half wild over the delightful experience of being able to have anything in the shops.