“longed to change herself — not to earn the approval of her betters, but to satisfy her longings for a sight of what lay beyond the present confines of her life. She was not silly enough to dream of becoming a lady. A girl did not become a lady, she was born to be one. But Mary did hope most fervently to own two dresses, a bed, a place she could go to and be alone, and to be able to read a whole book without difficulty.”