I want to be a lady.

I don't want to pull a hand-sled and wear moccasins all my life, and raise children for men with whiskers.

I want to be loved--I want to be loved! I want to marry a gentleman." "Burrell!" said Gale.
"No!" she flared up.

"Not him nor anybody in particular, but somebody like him, some man with clean finger-nails." He found nothing humorous or grotesque in her measure of a gentleman, for he realized that she was strung to a pitch of unreason and unnatural excitement, and that she was in terrible earnest.
"Daughter," he said, "I'm mighty sorry this knowledge has come to you, and I see it's my fault, but things are different now to what they were when I met Alluna.

It wasn't the style to marry squaws where we came from, and neither of us ever thought about it much.