From 8-year old Hilda’s diary:
I keep thinking of England and of “Little Lord Fauntleroy” and of how nice the English people must be. In England, you are a lady even if you are poor, so long as you speak softly and have pretty manners but if you yell and shout and scold, you are not a lady no matter what beautiful clothes you have. That is how the servants in Dorincourt Castle knew right away that Little Lord Fauntleroy’s mother was a lady.