She had tried one or two, and she had found it impossible to concentrate her mind upon them.

Instead, she had sat and planned what she would do with the money that was steadily accumulating in the bank; a pitiful little sum, to be sure, to those who count by the thousands, but cheering enough to Jean, who had never before had any money of her own.
So she signed the contract and worked that day so light-heartedly that Robert Grant Burns forgot his pessimism.

When the light began to fade and grow yellow, and the big automobile went purring down the trail to town, she rode on to the Bar Nothing to find Lite, and tell him how fortune had come and tapped her on the shoulder.
She did not see Lite anywhere about the ranch, and so she did not put her hopes and her plans and her good fortune into speech.

She did see her Aunt Ella, who straightway informed her that people were talking about the way she rode here and there with those painted-up people, and let the men put their arms around her and make love to her.

Her Aunt Ella made it perfectly plain to Jean that she, for one, did not consider it respectable.