That is nothing but the truth, for you are undoubtedly a red Deeping; and all the Deepings, red or neutral-tinted, are cousins, first, second, third, fourth, and so on, of mine." "Yes, sir," said Pollyooly gravely.
"Also I think that you had better give yourself a few airs.

You will have a better time that way, for airs procure you a welcome in the best circles.

Be a red Deeping--not too truculent, you know, but firm." Pollyooly's eyes sparkled a little; and she said: "Yes, sir: I should like to.

I like being a red Deeping, sir, rather.
I liked it when I was at Ricksborough Court." "Good.

You have the right spirit.