Beneath it was written, "Charity." "Thus," said my great-grandfather, "one covers up and hides the defects of one he loves." A study of gaudy summer tulips stood--as may be guessed--for Pride.
"Pride," said my great-grandfather, "is a sin; a mortal sin, dear child.
Moreover, it is foolish, and also vulgar--the pride of fine clothes, money, equipages, and the like.

What is called pride of birth--the dignity of an ancient name--this, indeed, is another thing.

It is not petty, not personal; it seems to me more like patriotism--the pride of country." I did my best to describe to Elspeth both the sketch and my great-grandfather's commentary.
"A' pride's sinful," said Elspeth decidedly.

"Pride o' wealth, and pride o' birth.

Not that I'm for objecting to a decent satisfaction in a body's ain gude conduct and respectability.