These people took it so pleasantly; they seemed so snug in their little group.

She wondered if she would become like that.
No, she decided, most certainly not! And suddenly she realized that this was only one more step in the life she was to lead in this town.
These people?
For a time perhaps.
Then others--always others! That was how it was in New York.
Ethel gave a queer little laugh--which at once she pretended had been caused by something Sally's husband had said.

And she listened to him attentively now.

"There's so much time for everything! I'm only twenty-five!" she thought.

She turned to the painter on her right, and was soon talking rapidly.
The moments seemed to fly away.