It was his little cousin where he lives.

It wasn't he that told me about it, he's too modest, it was some of the other fellows." "Who is he?
what's his name ?" asked Molly.
"Prosper de Lastre," replied Ralph.

"He's an awful good fellow every way." "Prosper de Lastre!" repeated Molly, who possessed among other peculiarities that of a sometimes most inconveniently good memory.
"Prosper de Lastre! I do believe, Ralph, that's the very boy you called a cad when you first went to school." Ralph's face got very red, and he seemed on the verge of a hasty reply.
But he controlled himself.
"Well, and if I did," he said somewhat gruffly, "a fellow may be mistaken, mayn't he?
I don't think him a cad _now_, and that's all about it." Molly was preparing some rejoinder when grandmother interrupted her.
"You are quite right, Ralph, _quite_ right not to be above owning yourself mistaken.

Who _can_ be above it really?
not the wisest man that ever lived.

And Molly, my dear little girl, why can you not learn to be more considerate?
Do you know what 'tact' is, Molly?
Did you ever hear of it ?" "Oh yes, grandmother dear," said Molly serenely.