Elizabeth G. Jordan, Tales of the Cloister — The Girl Who Was (1901)
“ It was a simple matter for the girl with no home influences or close ties to drift into the "bohemian" set—so unique and interesting to her convent eyes. She went with these new friends to New York's music-halls, to its cheap table-d'hôte restaurants, even to French balls and the slums, and felt that she was seeing life. Men and women sometimes looked at her pure face and wondered over its contrast with the rather sophisticated ones around her. Once an elderly woman with white hair and "mother eyes" took it upon herself to give a little advice to the girl with the gold cross at her neck. ”
