All she would need would be her little case for tickets, and her change purse, and her evening cloak had pockets.

The evening cloak lay beside the yellow chiffon gown, carefully disposed on the bed, which had a lace counterpane over yellow satin.

The cloak was of a creamy cloth lined with mink, a sumptuous affair, and she had a tiny mink toque with one yellow rose as head covering.
She glanced approvingly at the rich attire spread upon the bed, and then thought again of the dreadful ferry, and her undignified hop across the dirty station to the boat.

She longed for the days of sedan chairs, for anything rather than this.

She was an exquisite lady caught in the toils of modern cheap progress toward all her pleasures and profits.