Do you imagine that being badly born and reared can keep that girl from having the same feelings?
She probably wishes she could dress as well as the best, attract attention, be respected, have a real fine fellow fall in love with her--" "The idea!" exclaimed Eleanor, laughing merrily.

"But suppose it were all true; how can mere notice from us help her?
I'm sure the minute we passed her she made a face and envied me my better clothes." "You will think differently when you have more experience, my dear.
When I was as young as you, I thought--" "Oh, mother, there she is again," said Eleanor, "crossing the street; she's turning right towards us.

And," murmured the young lady, after assuring herself that it was really the same combination of red hair and blue ribbon, "how different she looks!" "Because two women of some standing and position chanced to notice her.

Let's help the good work along, daughter." Then, before Miss Eleanor had time to object, and just as the cobbler's daughter was in front of them, Mrs.Prency stopped, extended her neatly gloved hand, and said, with a pleasant smile,-- "How these girls do grow! You were little Jane only a year or two ago, Miss Kimper." Never before had Jane Kimper been addressed as "Miss." The appellation sent color flying into her face and brightness into her eyes as she stammered out something about growing being natural.
"You haven't grown fast enough, though, to neglect good looks," continued Mrs.Prency, while Eleanor, endeavoring to act according to her mother's injunctions, drawled,-- "No, indeed!" Then the cobbler's daughter flushed deeper and looked grateful, almost modest, for girls read girls pretty fairly, and Jane saw that Eleanor was regarding her face with real admiration.
"You girls of the new generation can't imagine how much interest we women who used to be girls have in you," said the judge's wife.

"I'm afraid you'd be vain if you knew how much Eleanor and I have looked at you and talked about you." "I didn't s'pose any lady that was anybody ever thought anything about girls like me," Jane finally managed to say.
"You're greatly mistaken, my dear girl," said the lady.