She could scarcely toss her head gracefully.
Her hands were almost ineffectual.

The feet, though small, were set flatly.

And yet she was interested in her charms, quick to understand the keener pleasures of life, ambitious to gain in material things.
A half-equipped little knight she was, venturing to reconnoitre the mysterious city and dreaming wild dreams of some vague, far-off supremacy, which should make it prey and subject--the proper penitent, grovelling at a woman's slipper.
"That," said a voice in her ear, "is one of the prettiest little resorts in Wisconsin." "Is it ?" she answered nervously.
The train was just pulling out of Waukesha.

For some time she had been conscious of a man behind.

She felt him observing her mass of hair.
He had been fidgetting, and with natural intuition she felt a certain interest growing in that quarter.