These are Grandmary's thoughts on Samantha. I see it as around when she decided to let Samantha live in New York, with people who were more willing to accept Sam and not change her.
She is always tearing her stockings,
She will mess up her hair,
She should stay good for society's sake
But it seems she doesn't care.
I try to shape her into a lady
But she won't change her ways
I am starting to despair
That she is someone I can raise
At the same time she's my darling
She is so generous and kind
Perhaps she will not change
I don't think, I really mind
She's strong minded,
She's very smart
And not one once of meanness
Can be found in her heart.
I try to change her, make her a lady
Though I am starting to see
It is this ragtag high-spirited girl
Who is truly dear to me.
Indeed I wish I was more like her
Willing to say what she believes
She the one with the goodness
To watch for others needs
I don't want to change her
Though society demands it of me
I wish other woman could look at my Samantha
And see the angel that I see.