a little, anyhow. Ain't that the way over here?
[Turns to work again, humming "Dolly Gray.">[
HORACE
It is impossible for you to understand the motives of my sister and myself in our struggle not to remain in the vulgar herd. But can't you try to comprehend that there is an Old-World society, based not on wealth, but on that indescribable something which comes of ancient lineage and high birth?
[With great indignation.]
You presume to interfere between us and the fine flower of Europe!
PIKE
[straightening up, but speaking quietly]
Well, I don't know as the folks around Kokomo would ever have spoke of your father as a "fine flower," but we thought a heap of him, and when he married your ma he was so glad to get her—well, I never heard yet that he asked for any settlement!
HORACE