It will be different now.

Probably they don't live in the same house, even.

There is a small army of servants, and there is nothing I can think of that Uncle Jim won't gladly get me.

I've been too big a fool for words to live this way as long as I have.

Crush me, will they?
I'll show them! I won't even touch these things I have strained so to get." Eileen jerked from her throat the strand of pearls that she had worn continuously for four years and threw it contemptuously on her dressing table.
"I'll make Uncle Jim get me a rope with two or three strands in it that will reach to my waist.