Before she tried to be a good woman she had been a very bad woman ' so bad that she could trail her wonderful apparel up and down Main Street, from the Elm Tree Bakery to the railroad tracks, without once having a man doff his hat to her or a woman bow.
You passed her on the street with a surreptitious glance, though she was well worth looking at ' in her furs and laces and plumes.
She had the only full-length mink coat in our town, and Ganz's shoe store sent to Chicago for her shoes.
Hers were the miraculously small feet you frequently see in stout women.
Wildside Press The woman who tried to be good and other stories by edna ferber, fiction, literary, paperback/edna ferber
