Not so Elizabeth.

She watched it all apathetically, as if the goods displayed about had been the leaves upon the trees set forth for her admiration.

She could wear but one dress at once, and one hat.

Why were so many necessary?
Her main hope lay in the words her grandmother had spoken about sending her to school.
The third day of her stay in Rittenhouse Square, Elizabeth had reminded her of it, and the grandmother had said half impatiently: "Yes, yes, child; you shall go of course to a finishing school.

That will be necessary.