As soon as customers came in, she took her parcel and went, Wylie saying, "I'll drop round after supper and see how things are getting on." She took the Sixth Street car back, and felt like an old resident.

She was critical of Sixth Street now, and of the women she had been admiring there less than two hours before--critical of their manners and of their dress.

The exterior of the boarding house no longer awed her.

She was getting a point of view--as she proudly realized.

By the time Sam came--and surely that wouldn't be many days--she would be quite transformed.
She mounted the steps and was about to ring when Mrs.Wylie herself, with stormy brow and snapping eyes, opened the door.
"Go into the parlor," she jerked out from between her unpleasant-looking receding teeth.
Susan gave her a glance of frightened wonder and obeyed..