I remember the type exactly.

The year I was at Washington I spent some weeks in the summer convalescing at a village up in the hills of Maine .-- The women there seemed to me the salt of the earth.

May I go and talk to her ?' Miss Manisty led him across the circle to Lucy, and introduced him.
'Will you take me to the terrace and show me St.Peter's?
I know one can see it from here,' said the suave polished voice.
Lucy rose in a shy pleasure that became her.

The thought flashed happily through her, as she walked beside the old man, that Uncle Ben would like to hear of it! She had that 'respect of persons' which comes not from snobbishness, but from imagination and sympathy.

The man's office thrilled her, not his title.
The ambassador's shrewd eyes ran over her face and bearing, taking note of all the signs of character.