"I've got a daughter, too.

I suppose you think she ain't fit to be mentioned in the same day with that glorious gal of yours." "Oh, Mr.Kimper!" murmured the lady.
"Well if you don't, I don't see how you can help doin' it; that's all.
Your daughter is a lady.

She shows in her everythin' that there is in her father and mother, an' everybody knows that they're the finest people hereabouts.

My child is the daughter of a thief an' a brawler an' a loafer, an' she's a servant in a common hotel, which is about as low down, I s'pose, as any gal can get in this town that don't go to the bad entirely.

Mrs.Prency, that gal has broke my heart.