He was proud of the fact that she had inherited his lordly manner, his hot temper, and imperious ways.

It pleased him that people had given her his title of Colonel on account of the resemblance to himself.

She had outgrown it somewhat since she had first been nicknamed the Little Colonel.

Then she was only a spoiled baby of five; but now his pride in her was even greater, since she had grown into a womanly little maid of eleven.

He was proud of her delicate, flower-like beauty, of her dainty ways, and all her little schoolgirl accomplishments.
"She is like those who have gone before," he used to say to himself sometimes, pacing slowly back and forth under the locusts; and the bloom-tipped branches above would nod to each other as if they understood.