The great adventure seemed rapidly to be losing its charms.

She could not think of herself as content or anything but sad and depressed in such surroundings as these.
How much better it would be if she could live out in the open, out where it was attractive! "I suppose you've got some baggage," said Mrs.Wylie, as if she rather expected to hear that she had not.
"I left it at the drug store," explained Susan.
"Your trunk ?" Susan started nervously at that explosive exclamation.

"I--I haven't got a trunk--only a few things in a shawl strap." "Well, I never!" Mrs.Wylie tossed her head, clucked her tongue disgustedly against the roof of her mouth.

"But I suppose if Mr.Ellison says so, why you can stay." "Thank you," said Susan humbly.

Even if it would not have been basest ingratitude to betray her friend, Mr.Wylie, still she would not have had the courage to confess the truth about Mr.
Ellison and so get herself ordered into the street.