Seems as though her great-grandfather was a 'squire over in England, an' she had a right to be swell.

Well, she ruled the roost fer two summers an' nobody could get near her without a special dispensation from the Almighty.

She wouldn't look at anybody with her eyes; her chin was so high in the air that she had to look through her nose.
"Her husband was as old as Methoosalum--that is, he was as old as Methoosalum was when he was a boy, so to speak--an' she had him skeered of his life.

But I fixed her.

At the end of the second summer she was ready to git up an' git, duke er no duke.