In that little Western town from which they came, she was everybody.

She ran the churches, and was chairwoman in all the clubs, and President of the Temperance Union, and manager of every religious, social, and political festival; and her days were full to the brim of just the things she liked to do.

Her dress there was considered magnificent; people begged her for patterns, and regarded her as the very glass of fashion.

Servants thought it a great privilege to be employed on the Denning place, and she ordered her house and managed her half-score of men and maids with pleasant autocracy.
NOW! Well, I will tell you how it is, NOW.

She sits all day in her splendid rooms, or rides out in her car or carriage, and no one knows her, and of course no one speaks to her.