The sheep-fold, the cattle-pen, the cheese-tub, these were thrust aside.

They did not interest her, she barely understood the meaning when her father took the first prize at an important cattle show.

What So-and-so would wear at the flower show, where all the select would come, much more nearly concerned her.
At the high-class academy where her education was finished the same process went on.

The other girls quickly made her thoroughly understand (a bitter knowledge) that the great people in the little market town, the very richest of them, were but poor in comparison with their papas.

Their papas were in the 'City,' or on ''Change,' and had as many thousands a year as the largest farmer she knew could reckon hundreds.