It was not a large household.  It consisted of the grandmother, her dog, and the servants.  Elizabeth fitted into it better than she had feared.  It seemed pleasanter to her than the house on Flora Street.  There was more room, and more air, and more quiet.  With her mountain breeding she could not get her breath in a crowd.

She was presently taken in a luxurious carriage, drawn by two beautiful horses, to a large department store, where she sat by the hour and watched her grandmother choose things for her.  Another girl might have gone half wild over the delightful experience of being able to have anything in the shops.  Not so Elizabeth.  She watched it all apathetically, as if the goods displayed about had been the leaves upon the trees set forth for her admiration.  She could wear but one dress at once, and one hat.  Why were so many necessary?  Her main hope lay in the words her grandmother had spoken about sending her to school.

The third day of her stay in Rittenhouse Square, Elizabeth had reminded her of it, and the grandmother had said half impatiently:  “Yes, yes, child; you shall go of course to a finishing school.  That will be necessary.  But first I must get you fixed up.  You have scarcely anything to put on.”  So Elizabeth subsided.

At last there dawned a beautiful Sabbath when, the wardrobe seemingly complete, Elizabeth was told to array herself for church, as they were going that morning.  With great delight and thanksgiving she put on what she was told; and, when she looked into the great French plate mirror after Marie had put on the finishing touches, she was astonished at herself.  It was all true, after all.  She was a pretty girl.

She looked down at the beautiful gown of finest broadcloth, with the exquisite finish that only the best tailors can put on a garment, and wondered at herself.  The very folds of dark-green cloth seemed to bring a grace into her movements.  The green velvet hat with its long curling plumes of green and cream-color seemed to be resting lovingly above the beautiful hair that was arranged so naturally and becomingly.

Elizabeth wore her lovely ermine collar and muff without ever knowing they were costly.  They all seemed so fitting and quiet and simple, so much less obtrusive than Lizzie’s pink silk waist and cheap pink plumes.  Elizabeth liked it, and walked to church beside her grandmother with a happy feeling in her heart.

The church was just across the Square.  Its tall brown stone spire and arched doorways attracted Elizabeth when she first came to the place.  Now she entered with a kind of delight.

It was the first time she had ever been to a Sabbath morning regular service in church.  The Christian Endeavor had been as much as Lizzie had been able to stand.  She said she had to work too hard during the week to waste so much time on Sunday in church.  “The Sabbath was made for man” and “for rest,” she had quoted glibly.  For the first time in her life since she left Montana Elizabeth felt as if she had a real home and was like other people.  She looked around shyly to see whether perchance her friend of the desert might be sitting near, but no familiar face met her gaze.  Then she settled back, and gave herself up to delight in the service.