We'd have no place in the bush for a Lord Glyncraig." "You'd better claim acquaintance with him, as your name's Mitchell too.
How proud he'd be of the honour!" teased Addie.
Coral flooded the whole of the Cuckoo's face.

She had begun to understand the difference between her rough upbringing and the refined homes of the other girls, and she resented the sneers that were often made at her expense.
"Our butcher at home is Joseph Mitchell," hinnied Merle.
"Mitchell's a common enough name," said Ulyth.

"I know two families in Scotland and some people at Plymouth all called Mitchell.

They're none of them related to each other, and probably not to Merle's butcher or to Lord Glyncraig." "Nor to me," said Rona.

"I'm a democrat, and I glory in it.