You really are the drollest person, Crawford Smith! I don't know what I shall do with you." It was evident that her opinion of young Smith was not different from that of other young ladies of her age.

Also that Crawford himself was not entirely unconscious of that opinion.

At eighteen, to be set upon a pedestal and worshiped, to have one's feeblest joke hailed as a masterpiece of wit, is dangerous for the idol; the effort of sustaining the elevated position entails the risk of a fall.

Crawford was but eighteen and a good fellow, but he had been worshiped a good deal.

He was quite as sensible as other young chaps of his age, which statement means exactly that and no more.
"Well," he said, with a complacent grin, "we learned how to pronounce 'pomegranate' at any rate.