"There is one thing, mother; there are plenty of markets in this country."
"And plenty of high prices for everything in them. Yes, if you have no end to your purse, you can buy things, certainly. But to look at what is around us here, one would think your father didn't mean us to have much of anything!"
"Mother, he means you to have all you want. We thought you just wanted country air."
"And nothing to eat?"
"We are not starving yet," said Dolly, smiling, and arranging the strawberries.
"These are a gift. A gift I shouldn't think your father would like to take, or have us take, which comes to the same thing. We used to have enough for ourselves and our neighbours too, once, when we were at home, in America. We are nobody here."
"We are just ourselves, mother; what we always were. It does not make much difference what people think of us."
"Not much difference," cried Mrs. Copley, "about what people think of you! And then, what is to become of you, I should like to know? Nobody seeing you, and no chance for anything! I wonder if your father means you never to be married?"
"You do not want me married, mother; and not to an Englishman, anyhow."
"Why not? And how are you going to marry anybody else, out here? Can you tell me? But, O Dolly! I am tormented to death!"