She sat beside the window and looked out.

Just then one of the other liverymen drove up with a carriage full of ladies, and they emerged in a flutter of veils and silk skirts.

Mrs.Slade, who was really superb in her rose silk and black lace, with an artful frill of white lace at her throat to match her great puff of white hair, remained beside Mrs.Snyder, whose bow of mirth widened.
"Who is that magnificent creature ?" whispered Mrs.Snyder with a gush of enthusiasm, indicating Alice beside the window.
"She lives here," replied Mrs.Slade rather stupidly.

She did not quite know how to define Alice.
"Lives here in this little place?
Not all the year ?" rejoined Mrs.
Snyder.
"Fairbridge is a very good place to live in all the year," replied Mrs.Slade rather stiffly.

"It is near New York.