I know how Anne Senior tends to favor her namesake,
Obviously. But my elder daughter can be a handful,
Can be very full of herself. She is, in fact, quite a snob.
"So what if this Mr. Abbott makes carpets? Our father's
Father's father was a wool merchant. She forgets that.
She conveniently forgets when she's doing her 'fifteen
Generations, all the way back to Charlemagne.' Trade.
We are descended from trade, just like the rest. So,
Marian, if you want to invite this fellow to tea, do."
I put my spectacles back on and return to my paper.
Dear old Anne has been, I hope, put in her place,
And my youngest seems amused and pleased by me.