I saw her box of stationery spilled out over your table when I was in your room yesterday, and it had quite an imposing crest on the paper--a unicorn or griffin or something, pawing away at a crown." Mary pursed her lips together thoughtfully.

"That might explain it.
Maybe she thinks I'm only a sort of wild North American Indian because our place is named Ware's Wigwam, and that it is beneath her dignity to be intimate with her inferiors.

But if that is what is the matter, she's just a snob, and can't be very sure of her own position." "She is only sixteen," Betty reminded her, "even if she does look so mature and imposing.

I have an idea that the way she has been brought up is responsible for her attitude now.

It has given her a false standard of values.