You suppose an impossible case." "Not so impossible as you might imagine.

You are the daughter of a mechanic." "Brother, why will you talk so?
I am out of all patience with you!" said Mrs.Ludlow, angrily.
"And yet, no one knows better than you, that I speak only the truth.
No one knows better than you, that Mr.Ludlow served many years at the trade of a shoemaker.

And that, consequently, these high-minded young ladies, who sneer at mechanics, are themselves a shoemaker's daughters--a fact that is just as well known abroad as anything else relating to the family.

And now, Misses Emily and Adeline, I hope you will hereafter find it in your hearts to be a little more tolerant of mechanics daughters." And thus saying, Uncle Joseph rose, and bidding them good night, left them to their own reflections, which were not of the most pleasant character, especially as the mother could not deny the allegation he had made.
During the next summer, Mr.Ludlow, whose business was no longer embarrassed, and who had become satisfied that, although he should sink a large proportion of a handsome fortune, he would still have a competence left, and that well secured--proposed to visit Saratoga, as usual.

There was not a dissenting voice--no objecting on the score of meeting vulgar people there.