And at Mrs.Wyeth's she was Mary or Miss Lathrop or Miss Mary, according to the age, length of acquaintance, or station of the person addressing her.

But she always thought of herself as Mary-'Gusta and her letters written to Uncle Shad or Uncle Zoeth were so signed.
She found, after the hard work of beginning, that she could keep abreast of her class in studies without undue exertion.

Also she found that, the snobs excepted, the girls at the Misses Cabot's school were inclined to be sociable and friendly.

She made no bid for their friendship, being a self-respecting young person whose dislike of imitation was as strong as ever, but, perhaps because she did not bid or imitate but continued to be simply and sincerely herself, friends came to her.

Most of these friends received monthly allowances far greater than hers, and most of them wore more expensive gowns and in greater variety, but she showed no envy nor offered apologies, and if she sometimes wished, being human, that her wardrobe was a trifle more extensive she kept that wish to herself.
Her liking for Mrs.Wyeth grew into a real affection.