But no, her father, whom she loved dearly, was of the old school.

He was just what people charged him with being, a rough Irish contractor.

He might be rich.

She flared up at the injustice of things--why couldn't he have been rich and refined, too?
Then they could have--but, oh, what was the use of complaining?
They would never get anywhere with her father and mother in charge.

She would just have to wait.