Her expressive eyes were as black as her hair, and her only large feature.

Her skin was of a quite remarkably pink whiteness, although there was a pink color in her lips and cheeks.

The older men stared at her more persistently than the younger ones, who liked their own sort and not girls who looked as if they might be "booky" and "spring things on a fellow." There was a ball in the evening and once more mother and daughter sat apart, while the flower of San Francisco--an inclusive term for the select circles of Menlo Park, Atherton, Burlingame, San Mateo, far San Rafael and Belvedere--romped as one great family.

Newport, Ruyler reflected for the twentieth time, did it no better.

To the stranger peering through the magic bars they were now as insensible as befitted their code.