There ought to be a brotherhood of nations, Harry." "Yes, Miss Enthusiasm, I suppose there ought to be," and looking up, I could see that Mr.Harry was gazing admiringly into his cousin's face.
"Please tell me some more about the Englishman," said Miss Laura.
"There isn't much to tell.

He lives alone, only coming occasionally to the village for supplies, and though he is poorer than poverty, he despises every soul within a ten-mile radius of him, and looks upon us as no better than an order of thrifty, well-trained lower animals." "Why is that ?" asked Miss Laura, in surprise.
"He is a gentleman, Laura, and we are only common people.

My father can't hand a lady in and out of a carriage as Lord Chesterfield can, nor can he make so grand a bow, nor does he put on evening dress for a late dinner, and we never go to the opera nor to the theatre, and know nothing of polite society, nor can we tell exactly whom our great-great-grandfather sprang from.

I tell you, there is a gulf between us and that Englishman, wider than the one young Curtius leaped into." Miss Laura was laughing merrily.

"How funny that sounds, Harry.