"She's just dignity and pride--calm, remote, lofty, icebergy pride.

She can say her ancestors backwards.

Why, she's her family tree, petrified!" Mrs.De Peyster did not feel called upon to add to these remarks.
"I don't see how she can possibly like me!" cried the little person.
"Do you, Matilda ?" "I suppose--you can--only wait--and see," replied Mrs.De Peyster.
"I haven't got any dignity, or any money, or any ancestors; only a father and a couple of grandfathers--though I dare say there were some Morgans before them.

No, she'll never care for me--never!" wailed the little person.

"She couldn't! Why, she's carved out of a solid block of dignity! She never did an un-De-Peyster thing in her life!" Mrs.De Peyster felt herself choking.