"There's a pretty little lady," said nurse, and a pretty little lady Nancy was sure that she was.

The order for her day was that in the morning she went out for a walk in the gardens in the Square, and in the afternoon she went out for another.
During these walks she moved slowly, her doll delicately carried, her beautiful clothes shining with approval of the way that they were worn, her head high, "like a little queen," said her nurse.

She was conscious of the other children in the gardens, who often stopped in the middle of their play and watched her.

She thought them hot and dirty and very noisy.

She was sorry for their mothers.
It happened sometimes that she came downstairs, towards the end of a luncheon party, and was introduced to the guests.