he be shown her home and her people.
Kate not only acquiesced, she approved. She wanted to know as much of
a man she married as Nancy Ellen had known, and Robert had taken her to
his home and told his people she was his betrothed wife before he
married her.

Kate's eyes were wide open and her brain busy, as they entered a finely
appointed carriage and she heard John say: "Rather sultry. Home down
the lake shore, George." She wished their driver had not been named
"George," but after all it made no difference. There could not be a
commoner name than John, and she knew of but one that she liked better.
For the ensuing three days she lived in a Lake Shore home of wealth.
She watched closely not to trip in the heavy rugs and carpets. She
looked at wonderful paintings and long shelves of books. She never had
touched such china, or tasted such food or seen so good service. She
understood why John had opposed his mother's undertaking the trip
without him, for everyone in the house seemed busy serving the little
woman.

Jennie Weeks was frankly enchanted.

"My sakes!" she said to Kate. "If I'm not grateful to you for getting
me into a place like this. I wouldn't give it up for all the
school-teaching in the world. I'm going to snuggle right in here, and
make myself so useful I won't have to leave until I die. I hope you
won't turn me out when to come to take charge."

"Don't you think you're presuming?" said Kate.

Jennie drew back with a swift apology, but there was a flash in the
little eyes and a spiteful look on the small face as she withdrew.

Then Kate was shown each of John's wonderful inventions. To her they
seemed almost miracles, because they were so obvious, so simple, yet
brought such astounding returns. She saw offices and heard the
explanation of big business; but did not comprehend, farther than that
when an invention was completed, the piling up of money began. Before
the week's visit was over, Kate was trying to fit herself and her aims
and objects of life into the surroundings, with no success whatever.
She felt housed in, cribbed, confined, frustrated. When she realized
that she was becoming plainly cross, she began keen self-analysis and
soon admitted to herself that she did not belong there.

Kate watched with keen eyes. Repeatedly she tried to imagine herself
in such surroundings for life, a life sentence, she expressed it, for
soon she understood that it would be to her, a prison.