Her coat was thrown open, disclosing a perfectly tailored gown of brown, with trimmings of dull gold braid.

She was talking animatedly and her two friends were apparently hanging on every word she uttered.
"No wonder Eleanor has an opinion of herself," said Nora.

"Look at Daisy and Edna.

They act as though Eleanor were the Sultan of Turkey or the Shah of Persia, or some other high and mighty dignitary.

They almost grovel before her." "Never mind, Nora," said Grace.