Not for myself, 't ain't; though perhaps there's a bottom of pride there too, as in most things.

Say it's for the name.

My father seems to demand of me out loud, 'What ha' ye done with Queen Anne's Farm, William ?' and there's a holler echo in my ears.

Well; God wasn't merciful to give me a son.

He give me daughters." Mr.Fleming bowed his head as to the very weapon of chastisement.
"Daughters!" He bent lower.
His hearers might have imagined his headless address to them to be also without a distinct termination, for he seemed to have ended as abruptly as he had begun; so long was the pause before, with a wearied lifting of his body, he pursued, in a sterner voice: "Don't let none interrupt me." His hand was raised as toward where Rhoda stood, but he sent no look with it; the direction was wide of her.
The aspect of the blank blind hand motioning to the wall away from her, smote an awe through her soul that kept her dumb, though his next words were like thrusts of a dagger in her side.
"My first girl--she's brought disgrace on this house.