I thought he had cast us off completely, and would not be at all pleased to own me as granddaughter.

I would not confess it to any of you, but I felt so rough and uncouth when I compared myself with other girls that I did not want Lord Glyncraig to see me, or to know that I was in the neighbourhood.

Perhaps some day, so I thought, I might grow more like you, if I tried hard, and then it would be time enough to tell him of my whereabouts.

Then, because he had disowned us, I felt much too proud to boast about the relationship at school.

If you could not like me for myself, I wouldn't make a bid for popularity on the cheap basis of being his granddaughter.