It never led her actually into a definite discontent with her own conditions of life, irksome, wearying, exhausting though she found them to be.

But subconsciously within her was the feeling that she was not really meant to be denied the joy of luxuries.

That instinct showed itself in many little ways.

She was sometimes extravagant--bought a silk petticoat when a cotton one would have done just as well, but, oh heavens! it was cheap! You would scarcely have thought it possible to buy silk petticoats at the price.

And no doubt the appearance of the silk was only superficial.