"O he is so—I can't tell!—he's so uppish."
"He is not uppish at all. I am ashamed of you, Rotha."
"Well, nothing puts him out. He is just always the same; and he thinks everything must be as he says. I don't like him to come here teaching me."
"What folly is this? He is a gentleman, that's all. Do you dislike him for being a gentleman?"
"I'm not a lady"—sobbed Rotha.
"What has that to do with it?"
"Mother, I wish I could be a lady!"
"My child, Mr. Digby told you how."
"No, he didn't. He told me what it was; he didn't tell me how I could get all that."
"You can follow the Bible roles, at any rate, Rotha; and they go a good way."