Well, Tommy [continued Angela], I've tried to give you a picture of the new home like I promised--and I only wish it was more encouraging! As for myself--the only outside person I had to help me was Cousin Mary Wing, and she is a "New Woman," as I wrote you in my Thanksgiving Day letter, and doesn't go with anybody but _advanced older_ people!--and, besides, she got into a terrible scrape, poor dear, and was dismissed from the school! Cousin Mary, it's only fair to say, has done more for me than anybody else, introducing me to her older woman friends--who have called on me, and several have invited me to teas, lectures, and etc.! But, of course, none of them were _social_ people really, or at least of the younger set--and I practically haven't been invited to a single party, except "dove ones"! The one exception was a meeting of an "advanced club," where I met several attractive men, who have been as nice to me as you could _possibly expect_. But the truth is, Tommy, money counts a great deal more here than it did in Mitchellton; all the girls who are prominent socially have wealthy families behind them! I think I would hold up the family end quite well on very little--but I have hardly a decent "rag to my back," my _clothes_ let everybody know I am a person of _no importance_, so the little inner circle sees no reason to take me up,--mother and I have figured that with only _fifty dollars_ I could get a really nice new suit, and a simple evening dress as well,--and perhaps hat and shoes, all of which I _sorely need_! But, of course, poor father simply hasn't got such a sum, and Wallie puts all his in the bank--for college next year, he has $240 there now! Tommy, you know I don't mean to accuse the family of being selfish,--father told us in advance that we would be poorer here,--but besides that--nobody in the family but you ever seemed to _understand_ that a girl can't accomplish anything unless she is given some sort of a _chance_. Even mother doesn't understand, she just thinks "things happen"! She is always telling how in _her_ day men would work hard all day "superintending the farms"--and then at night ride twenty miles on horseback, to just talk for an hour to some girl of no special attractions! I can't make her see that men simply _aren't like that_ any more.