Twice in one winter she had hopped upon a passing street car and rolled away in triumph from her meek and horrified companions and their outraged duenna.

She encouraged by means the subtlest, the attentions of a strange young gentleman who followed the school's peregrinations afar off.

She carried on a brief correspondence with this cavalier, a fence corner in Pennsylvania Street serving as post-office.
Luck favored her astonishingly in her efforts to escape the rigors of school discipline.

Just when she was forbidden to leave Miss Waring's to spend nights and Sundays at Mrs.Owen's, her mother came to town and opportunely (for Marian) fell ill, at the Whitcomb.

Mrs.Bassett was cruising languidly toward the sombre coasts of Neurasthenia, and though she was under the supervision of a trained nurse, Marian made her mother's illness an excuse for moving down to the hotel to take care of her.