“I don’t want to compare myself to the lowest. I compare myself to what I think I ought to be.” “And that is?” As she had in the public house the day before, she considered her answer. Really thought about it, until she hit upon the truth—and smiled. “A woman who wears red when she wants to, or the blue of a summer sky. Who chooses her own menu. Who eats when she wishes, and not when the clock says it’s proper. And who makes the sort of friends who gladden her heart, not those who can help her meet some goal set by someone else.”