You see, Betty, we can't blink the facts,--she's of the West, western,--in the least attractive sense.

I'm fond of my home, and unashamed of my people, but all the same, I'm not going to have Patty embarrassed by the ignorance and awkwardness of an untutored guest.

And so here's where I set my foot down.

We accept no invitations for Azalea until we think she is in trim to make a correct appearance in society." "Oh, Cousin Bill, I overheard you and I think you're just horrid!" Azalea came running back into the room, while Raymond Gale followed, evidently in a dilemma how to act.
"Cousin Patty would let me go, I know, and I _want_ to go to Miss Gale's to a party! Just because I upset a glass of water at dinner, you're mad at me! It isn't fair! I think you're real mean!" The girl went up to Farnsworth and almost scowled at him as she awaited his response.
But he looked at her steadily,--even sternly.
"Of course it must be as Patty says," he told her, at last, "but I will say, Azalea, that I'm surprised at you--" "Why should you be surprised at me?
You invited me to come and see you.
If I'm not good enough to visit you, I'll go home again.

You didn't ask me any questions,--you just said come along,--and I came.