But you are mistaken, my dear friend; there is, I assure you, not a diamond in this motley herd, unless I except Miss Beatrice." "I never class Beatrice with the other Northbury people," replied Mr.
Ingram; "there is something about her which enables her to take a stand of her own.

I think if she had been born in any rank, she would have kept her individuality.

She is uncommon, so for that matter is Miss Catherine." The two girls were standing together as Mr.Ingram spoke.

They were resting after a spirited game, and they made a pretty picture as they stood under the shelter of the old oak tree.

Both were in white, and both wore large drooping hats.