I am not what you think me.
"Oh, yes! I know very well what that proud little heart of yours tells you about me.

It says, 'She is great and rich, and she is curious about us girls, and she wants to patronize us--'" Here Primrose had to put down her letter, for she was interrupted by an exclamation from Daisy-- "But we _don't_ think like that of our darling, pretty Mrs.
Ellsworthy--do we, Jasmine ?" "Go on reading, Primrose," said Jasmine.
Primrose continued-- "You are all wrong about me, my dear, dear girls, and yet, after a measure, you are right; for in a certain sense I _am_ curious about you; and most undoubtedly I want to help you.

I know already a certain portion of your story, and already I can partly read your characters.
The part of your story I know is this: You are ladies by birth--you are very ignorant of the world--and you have not at all sufficient money to live on.

Your characters are as follows: "Primrose, I am not at all afraid of you on paper.

You, Primrose, are proud and independent.