For two weeks after her departure, Anderson Crow talked himself hoarse into willing ears, always extolling the beauty of his erstwhile ward as she appeared before the family circle in each and every one of those wonderful gowns.
This humble narrative has not to do with the glories and foibles of Boston social life.

It has to deal with the adventures of Anderson Crow and Rosalie Gray in so far as they pertain to a place called Tinkletown.
The joys and pleasures that Rosalie experienced during that month of June were not unusual in character.

The loneliness of Anderson Crow was not a novelty, if one stops to consider how the world revolves for every one else.

Suffice to say that the Bonners, _mere, fils_ and _fille_, exerted themselves to make the month an unforgetable one to the girl--and they succeeded.

The usual gaiety, the same old whirl of experiences, came to her that come to any other mortal who is being entertained, feted and admired.