"Little Republican!" said Clara. "She actually does not feel a pride in belonging to a good old family."
The girl made a little gesture.
"Your family can't do much for you, that I can see, except to make you proud, and pretend not to see other women in the shop. That is what the county ladies do."
"Why, my dear, what on earth do you know of the county ladies?"
Lotty blushed a little. She had made a mistake. But she quickly recovered.
"I only know what I've read, cousin, about any kind of English ladies. But that's enough, I'm sure. Stuck-up things!"
And again she observed, from Clara's pained expression, that she had made another mistake.
If she showed a liking for stout at lunch, she manifested a positive passion for champagne at dinner.
"I do like the English custom," she said, "of having two dinners in the day."
"Ladies in America, I suppose," said Clara, "dine in the middle of the day?"