Not only did Mrs.Bassett's confidence in her aunt rise, but she felt a thrill of admiration for Sylvia, who was unmistakably a girl who knew her place, and her place as a wage-earner was not in the home of one of the richest women in the state, but in a house provided through that lady's beneficence for the shelter of young women occupied in earning a livelihood.
"It's very nice there," Sylvia was saying.

"I stopped on my way home this afternoon and found that they could give me a room.

It's all arranged." "But it's only for office girls and department store clerks and dressmakers, Sylvia.

I should think you would hate it.

Why, my manicure lives there!" Marian desisted, warned by her mother, who wished no jarring note to mar her satisfaction in the situation.
"That manicure girl is a circus," said Mrs.Owen, quite oblivious of the undercurrent of her niece's thoughts.