The people didn't put them on their pedestals--they put themselves there.

Yet the people bow down and worship these social gods and seem glad to have them.

The newspapers print their pictures and the color of their gowns and how they do their hair and what they eat and what they do, and the poor washwomen and shop-girls and their like read these accounts more religiously than they do their bibles.

My maid Mary's a good girl, but she grabs the society sheet of the Sunday paper and reads it from top to bottom.

I never look at it myself." Diana's cheeks were burning.