"'Oh,' said Mrs. Derrick—that wasn't her name, though—with great majesty, 'since we got above our circumstances, we don't make any more such common pies.'"
"Well, it is a great pity of the Weilands," said Harry. "They used to be nice, jolly plain people, and now they are neither one thing nor another. I don't think the girls are quite as unbearable as Tom, though. Think of his asking me if any gentlemen were to be found at Princeton! He had understood the men were mostly farmers' sons, quite from the masses."
"And now, young men and maidens, you will please vacate Marion's room and leave her to her nap," said Mrs. Andrews, coming in to look after the invalid. "I concluded I should find you here. Your father says Marion's room is a great convenience in one way. When he wants a boy, he knows just where to lay his hand on him."
Heiress of McGregor.
A centre of attraction.
"That shows how agreeable Marion is."
"Tell Cousin Helen what we were talking about, Betsy," said Marion as Bram wheeled her chair round and helped her on the bed. "I mean about the lessons."
"I will; and I say, Marion."
"You what?" said Cousin Helen, whose mission it was to keep Betsy from becoming altogether a boy in manners.
"No, I don't say, then; but, Marion," and Betsy bent over the bed and whispered, "I'll call you 'aunt' now if you want me."