"I've had so much done for me all my life that of course--But I _do_ like to be properly treated.

It isn't as if I were just anybody.

I don't suppose Mrs.
Hope knows much about Boston society anyway, but still--And I should think a girl from South Framingham (didn't you say she was from South Framingham ?) would at least know who the Abraham Peabodys are, and they're Henry's--But I don't imagine she was much of anybody before she was married; and out here it's all hail fellow and well met, they say, though in that case I don't see--Well, well, it's no matter, only it seems queer to me; and I think you'd better drop a hint about it when you're there, and just explain that my daughter lives next door to the Lieutenant-Governor when she is in the country, and opposite the Assistant-Bishop in town, and has one of the Harvard Overseers for a near neighbor, and is distantly related to the Reveres! You'd think even a South Framingham girl must know about the lantern and the Old South, and how much they've always been respected at home." Clover pacified her as well as she could, by assurances that it was not a dinner-party, and they were only asked to meet one girl whom Mrs.Hope wanted her to know.
"If it were a large affair, I am sure you would have been asked too," she said, and so left her "old woman of the sea" partly consoled.
It was the most lovely evening possible, as Clover and Phil walked down the street toward Dr.Hope's.

Soft shadows lay over the lower spurs of the ranges.

The canyons looked black and deep, but the peaks still glittered in rosy light.