I was shy and could not talk to people, so of course I bored them.

I knew I did not look well when I wore beautiful clothes.

I was little and unimportant and like a reed for thinness.

Because I was rich and a sort of chieftainess I ought to have been tall and rather stately, or at least I ought to have had a bearing which would have made it impossible for people to quite overlook me.
But; any one could overlook me--an insignificant, thin girl who slipped in and out of places and sat and stared and listened to other people instead of saying things herself; I liked to look on and be forgotten.
It interested me to watch people if they did not notice me.
Of course, my relatives did not really like me.

How could they?
They were busy in their big world and did not know what to do with a girl who ought to have been important and was not.