There could not be a commoner name than John, and she knew of but one that she liked better.
For the ensuing three days she lived in a Lake Shore home of wealth.
She watched closely not to trip in the heavy rugs and carpets.

She looked at wonderful paintings and long shelves of books.

She never had touched such china, or tasted such food or seen so good service.

She understood why John had opposed his mother's undertaking the trip without him, for everyone in the house seemed busy serving the little woman.
Jennie Weeks was frankly enchanted.
"My sakes!" she said to Kate.

"If I'm not grateful to you for getting me into a place like this.