"We are not accustomed to that sort of society, and so it makes, I suppose, more impression. And what might mean something to others, would not to us. From such men, I mean."
"What do you mean by 'such men'?" asked Madge, who was getting rather excited.
"Rich—fashionable—belonging to the great world, and having the ways of it. You know what Mr. Dillwyn is like. It is not what we have in Shainpuashuh."
"But, Lois!—what are you talking about? I don't care a red cent for all this, but I want to understand. You said such a manner would mean nothing to us."
"Yes."
"Why not to us, as well as anybody else?"
"Because we are nobodies, Madge."
"What do you mean?" said the other hotly.
"Just that. It is quite true. You are nobody, and I am nobody. You see, if we were somebody, it would be different."
"If you think—I'll tell you what, Lois! I think you are fit to be the wife of the best man that lives and breathes."