If she had been shallow and frivolous it might have done otherwise.

Stripped of all guise, her actions must have been construed by a penetrating and impartial judge as a mere parading of her decorated person before a number of males with the purpose of ultimate selection.
"I've got to find some work," she muttered, soberly.
At the moment she heard the postman's whistle outside; and a little later the servant brought up her mail.

The first letter, large, soiled, thick, bore the postmark Flagstaff, and her address in Glenn Kilbourne's writing.
Carley stared at it.

Her heart gave a great leap.

Her hand shook.