"What do you mean by that, Lois?" Madge fired up. "You don't mean, I hope, that the rest of us are not ladies, do you?"
"Not like her."
"Well, why should we be like her?"
"Because her ways are so beautiful. I should be glad to be like her.
She is just what you called her—elegant."
"Everybody has their own ways," said Madge.
"I hope none of you will be like her," said Mrs. Armadale gravely; "for she's a woman of the world, and knows the world's ways, and she knows nothin' else, poor thing!"
"But, grandmother," Lois put in, "some of the world's ways are good."
"Be they?" said the old lady. "I don' know which of 'em."
"Well, grandmother, this way of beautiful manners. They don't all have it—I don't mean that—but some of them do. They seem to know exactly how to behave to everybody, and always what to do or to say; and you can see Mrs. Barclay is one of those. And I like those people. There is a charm about them."
"Don't you always know what's right to do or say, with the Bible before you?"