Even at that early age she had a perception of the advantages of an atmosphere to art, and even to the affections.

Without understanding it, she loved those obsolete paper-dolls and those women of former generations better because they gave her breathing-scope for her imagination.

She could love Abby Atkins and Floretta Vining at one bite, as it were, and that was the end of it, but she could sit and ponder and dream over Miss Mitchell and her mother, and see whole vistas of them in receding mirrors of affection.
As for the teacher and her mother, they simply adored the child--as indeed everybody did.

She continued at her first school for a year, which was one of the hardest financially ever experienced in Rowe.
Norman Lloyd during all that time did not reopen his factory, and in the autumn two others shut down.

The streets were full of the discontented ranks of impotent labor, and all the public buildings were props for the weary shoulders of the unemployed.