Now that is dreadful, and I won't listen, but I can't help thinking of it sometimes, for they are very kind to me and I'm not vain enough to think it is my beauty.

I suppose I am foolish, but I do like to feel that I am something besides an heiress." The little quiver was in Rose's voice again as she ended, and Dr.Alec gave a quick sigh as he looked at the downcast face so full of the perplexity ingenuous spirits feel when doubt first mars their faith and dims the innocent beliefs still left from childhood.

He had been expecting this and knew that what the girl just began to perceive and try modestly to tell had long ago been plain to worldlier eyes.

The heiress was the attraction to most of the young men whom she met.

Good fellows enough, but educated, as nearly all are nowadays, to believe that girls with beauty or money are brought to market to sell or buy as the case may be.
Rose could purchase anything she liked, as she combined both advantages, and was soon surrounded by many admirers, each striving to secure the prize.