She was a determined young person, and for David she was an ambitious young person.

She found she was dissatisfied.

She found she was disappointed.
The great-great-grandfather had opened up a new horizon--had, in a way, raised the standard.

She was as fond of David as always, but his tales of past wars and battles, his accounts of present banquets at which he sat shoulder to shoulder with men of whom even Burdett and Sons spoke with awe, touched her imagination.
"You shouldn't be content to just wear a button," she urged.

"If you're a Son of Washington, you ought to act like one." "I know I'm not worthy of you," David sighed.
"I don't mean that, and you know I don't," Emily replied indignantly.
"It has nothing to do with me! I want you to be worthy of yourself, of your grandpa Hiram!" "But HOW ?" complained David.