She hasn't presence enough, if you know what I mean.

She'll never look the thing in a big motor, and you can't imagine her being haughty to people poorer than herself.

She has such a way of putting herself beside folk--even a tinker-body on the road!" Miss Bathgate heard the news with sardonic laughter.
"So that's the latest! Miss Jean's gaun to be upsides wi' the best o' them! Puir lamb, puir lamb! I hope the siller 'll bring her happiness, but I doot it ...

I yince kent some folk that got a fortune left them.
He was a beadle in the U.F.Kirk at Kirkcaple, a dacent man wi' a wife and dochter, an' by some queer chance they came into a heap o' siller, an' a hoose--a mansion hoose, ye ken.

They never did mair guid, puir bodies.