Well, as I cannot do so, I will go and call on Dora Stanhope." "I would not if I were you, Ethel," said Ruth.

"Let her come and call on you." "I had a little note from her this morning, welcoming me home, and entreating me to call." The Judge rose as Ethel was speaking, and no more was said about the visit at that time but a few hours later Ethel came down from her room ready for the street and frankly told Ruth she had made up her mind to call on Dora.
"Then I will only remind you, Ethel, that Dora is not a fortunate woman to know.

As far as I can see, she is one of those who sow pain of heart and vexation of spirit about every house they enter, even their own.
But I cannot gather experience for you, it will have to grow in your own garden." "All right, dear Ruth, and if I do not like its growth, I will pull it up by the roots, I assure you." Ruth went with her to the door and watched her walk leisurely down the broad steps to the street.

The light kindled in her eyes and on her face as she did so.

She already felt the magnetism of the great city, and with a laughing farewell walked rapidly toward Dora's house.
Her card brought an instant response, and she heard Dora's welcome before the door was opened.