Morgan is no delicate milkmaid and knows her way around a toolshed. Sometimes she thinks it would be nice to be rich and pampered, but knows that with her calloused hands, folksome twang and penchant for practical slacks, she’ll never be accepted in high society. It’s not that she’s embarrassed of where she comes from or frustrated with her life, but rather that she knows how people are and is too realistic to fool herself with fantasies. What she’s damn sure of is that fool Epneyn boy should stop moping around, drooling all over her like that. She’s just not attracted to him, doesn’t feel they have anything in common and she’s not so unscrupulous as to let his family name and money buy her honor.