Now, he was wondering how the other girl, who was not his sister, would compare with her when they stood together before him.
Naturally, Mrs.Crow and her daughters sank into a nervous panic as soon as these fashionable women from Boston set foot inside the humble home.
They lost what little self-possession they had managed to acquire and floundered miserably through the preliminaries.
But calm, sweet and composed as the most fastidious would require, Rosalie greeted the visitors without a shadow of confusion or a sign of gaucherie.

Bonner felt a thrill of joy and pride as he took note of the look of surprise that crept into his mother's face--a surprise that did not diminish as the girl went through her unconscious test.
"By George!" he cried jubilantly to himself, "she's something to be proud of--she's a queen!" Later in the day, after the humble though imposing lunch (the paradox was permissible in Tinkletown), Mrs.Bonner found time and opportunity to express her surprise and her approval to him.

With the insight of the real aristocrat, she was not blind to the charms of the girl, who blossomed like a rose in this out-of-the-way patch of nature.

The tact which impelled Rosalie to withdraw herself and all of the Crows from the house, giving the Bonners an opportunity to be together undisturbed, did not escape the clever woman of the world.
"She is remarkable, Wicker.

Tell me about her.