You know a girl that can manage herself that way is a thoroughbred.

She even remembered to cut little Johnnie Carter here, because Johnnie forced himself upon her one night at a dance when he was drunk; didn't she, Johnnie?
Johnnie came up to her there, out on the links, fresh as a daisy, and put out his hand, with, 'Why, how do you do, Miss Bessemer ?' and 'wherever did you come from ?' and 'I haven't seen you in so long'; and she says, 'No, not since our last dance, I believe, Mr.Carter,' and looked at his hand as though it was something funny.
"Little Johnnie mumbled and flushed and stammered and backed off; and it was well that he did, because Rivers had begun to get red around the wattles.

I say the little girl is a thoroughbred, and my sister wants to give her a dinner as soon as she comes out.

But Johnnie says she's declassee, so may be my sister had better think it over." "I didn't say she was declassee," exclaimed Carter.

"I only said she would do well to be more careful." Sargeant shifted his cigar to the other corner of his mouth, one eye shut to avoid the smoke.
"One might say as much of lots of people," he answered.
"I don't like your tone!" Carter flared out.
"Oh, go to the devil, Johnnie! Shall we all have a drink ?" On the Friday evening of that week, Condy set himself to his work at his accustomed hour.