a mine — gold one preferred*? We, 

 of course, had the chance of our lives, 

 and who knows what might have hap- 

 pened if only the fat woman and the 

 lean woman had not gotten jealous of 

 each other, and thereby wrecked the 

 company ? 



The gold is, or is not, in the fastnesses 

 of the earth as before, but where, oh, 

 where, is the lean woman of lineage 

 and the fat woman of money*? The 

 lean woman had quality. She was the 

 daughter of somebody who had done 

 something, but, unlike Becky Sharp, she 

 had not been successful in living 

 richly in San Francisco on nothing a 

 year. Nobody knows whose daughter 

 the fat woman was, but in her very 

 comfortable home in Kansas that had 

 not mattered, and, besides, she had 

 saved a few hundreds. 



