She should have remembered how her clothing would look, before she wore it in public places.

Now she knew, and her dreams were over.

She must go home to feed chickens, calves, and pigs, wear calico and coarse shoes, and with averted head, pass a library all her life.

She sobbed again.
"For pity's sake, honey, what's the matter ?" asked the voice of the nearest neighbour, Wesley Sinton, as he seated himself beside Elnora.
"There, there," he continued, smearing tears all over her face in an effort to dry them.

"Was it as bad as that, now?
Maggie has been just wild over you all day.