"Tell me, what do the papers say ?" Settling herself comfortably back in the carriage, Shirley questioned Jefferson with eagerness, even anxiety.

She had been impatiently awaiting the arrival of the newspapers from "home," for so much depended on this first effort.

She knew her book had been praised in some quarters, and her publishers had written her that the sales were bigger every day, but she was curious to learn how it had been received by the reviewers.
In truth, it had been no slight achievement for a young writer of her inexperience, a mere tyro in literature, to attract so much attention with her first book.

The success almost threatened to turn her head, she had told her aunt laughingly, although she was sure it could never do that.

She fully realized that it was the subject rather than the skill of the narrator that counted in the book's success, also the fact that it had come out at a timely moment, when the whole world was talking of the Money Peril.