Still, I am in the dark as to what you mean by the most vulgar kind of people." "Why, common people, brother," said Mrs.Ludlow, coming up to the aid of her daughter.

"Mr.Jones is only a watchmaker, and therefore has no business to push himself and family into the company of genteel people." "Saratoga is a place of public resort," was the quiet reply.
"Well, genteel people will have to stay away, then, that's all.

I, at least, for one, am not going to be annoyed as I have been for the last two or three seasons at Saratoga, by being thrown amongst all sorts of people." "They never troubled me any," spoke up Florence Ludlow, the youngest of the three sisters.

"For my part, I liked Mary Jones very much.
She was----" "You are too much of a child to be able to judge in matters of this kind," said the mother, interrupting Florence.
Florence was fifteen; light-hearted and innocent.

She had never been able, thus far in life, to appreciate the exclusive principles upon which her mother and sisters acted, and had, in consequence, frequently fallen under their censure.