What seems so strange to me is that with all her money she is so crude and slangy.

She doesn't seem to have any ideals or much principle either.

Yet there is something sturdy and frankly independent about her, too, that makes one think she's worth bothering with after all." "How did her father make his money ?" asked Grace.
"Lumber," replied Miriam.

"They own tracts of timber land in Michigan.
Elfreda can have anything she asks for." Grace sat down on Miriam's bed, her chin in her hands.

She was thinking of the note she had just read and wondering what had better be done.
Miriam, despite her avowal that she was tired of picking up her roommate's scattered clothing, busied herself with reducing Elfreda's half of the room to some semblance of order.