She must be graceful, pleasing and beautiful.

She must have much leisure to perfect herself in learning, graces and arts----" "Madame, you draw an impossible picture!" cried Mr.Pryor.
"I draw the picture of the only woman on earth truly entitled to be called a lady.

You use a good word lightly.

I have told you what it takes to make a lady--now look at me!" How she laughed! Mr.Pryor looked, but he didn't laugh.
"More than ever you convince me that you are a lady, indeed," he said.
Mother wiped her eyes.
"My dear man!" she cried, "I'm the daughter of a Dutch miller, who lived on a Pennsylvania mountain stream.

There never was a school anywhere near us, and father and mother only taught us to work.