She had not an uncle
or an aunt that was less than a shepherd or dairymaid, not a cousin,
that was less than a farm-laborer, not a second-cousin that was less
than a grocer, and they did not count farther. And yet (would you
believe it?) she too cried the very first thing. It WAS an odd
country! And, what is still more surprising, the shepherd and
shepherdess and the dairymaids and the laborers were not a bit wiser
than the king and the queen and the dukes and the marquises and the
earls; for they too, one and all, so constantly taught the little
woman that she was Somebody, that she also forgot that there were a
great many more Somebodies besides herself in the world.
It was, indeed, a peculiar country, very different from ours--so
different, that my reader must not be too much surprised when I add
the amazing fact, that most of its inhabitants, instead of enjoying
the things they had, were always wanting the things they had not,
often even the things it was least likely they ever could have.
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