As she was, life was very satisfactory.

Everybody loved her, everybody invited her to be of his party, or invited himself to join hers, and the object of each seemed to be to see that she enjoyed every hour of every day.
Her nature was such that to make her happy was not difficult.

Some of her devotees could do it by giving her a dance and letting her invite half of Boston, and her kid brother could do it by taking her to Cambridge to watch the team at practice.
She thought she was happy because she was free.

As a matter of fact, she was happy because she loved some one and that particular some one loved her.

Her being "free" was only her mistaken way of putting it.