She did not notice the passers-by, nor know that they were commenting upon her appearance.

She made a striking picture in her rough garments, with her wealth of hair, her tanned skin, and tear-filled eyes.

An artist noticed it, and watched her down the street, half thinking he would follow and secure her as a model for his next picture.
A woman, gaudily bedecked in soiled finery, her face giving evidence of the frequent use of rouge and powder, watched her, and followed, pondering.

At last she called, "My dear, my dear, wait a minute." She had to speak several times before Elizabeth saw that she was talking to her.
Then the horse was halted by the sidewalk.
"My dear," said the woman, "you look tired and disappointed.

Don't you want to come home with me for a little while, and rest ?" "Thank you," said Elizabeth, "but I am afraid I must go on.