She required it to pay off certain debts on the estate and spoke touchingly of her boy who would inherit.
"He is a delicate boy, father," she wrote, "and I don't want the estate to come to him burdened." When she received the money she wrote gratefully of the generosity shown her, but she spoke very vaguely of the prospect of their seeing each other in the future.

It was as if she felt her own remoteness even more than they felt it themselves.
In the meantime Bettina had been taken to France and placed at school there.

The resulting experience was an enlightening one, far more illuminating to the quick-witted American child than it would have been to an English, French, or German one, who would not have had so much to learn, and probably would not have been so quick at the learning.
Betty Vanderpoel knew nothing which was not American, and only vaguely a few things which were not of New York.

She had lived in Fifth Avenue, attended school in a numbered street near her own home, played in and been driven round Central Park.

She had spent the hot months of the summer in places up the Hudson, or on Long Island, and such resorts of pleasure.