The narrator introduces Sir Walter Elliot and briefly gives a description of his life history and quickly realized that all but one of Sir Walter’s daughters are meaningless to him.

Original Passage: Chapter One, Page 7

“…Be it known then, that Sir Walter, like a good father, (having met with one or two private disappointments in very unreasonable applications) prided himself on remaining single for his dear daughter’s sake. For one daughter, his eldest, he would really have given up any thing, which he had not been very much tempted to do. Elizabeth had succeeded, at sixteen, to all that was possible, of her mother’s rights and consequence; and being very handsome, and very like himself, her influence had always been great, and they had gone on together most happily. His two other children were of very inferior value. Mary had acquired a little artificial importance, by becoming Mrs. Charles Musgrove; but Anne, with an elegance of mind and sweetness of character, which must have placed her high with any people of real understanding, was nobody with either father or sister: her world had no weight; her convenience was always to give away; – she was only Anne. “

Rewrite in Anne Elliot’s perspective:

             Sir Walter Elliot was a good father, as good as fathers can be. I liked to think he never re-married for the sake of my sisters and myself, but I’ve always had a hard time believing that. You see, my father played favorites with my two sisters, and I, worse than a small child favoring a certain color for every object they possess. He was never subtle about the fact that Elizabeth, my oldest sister, was his absolute favorite. He would do just about anything for her. I bet if she wanted his Baronet title, he would seriously consider giving it to her somehow. Perhaps he treated her like he did my late-mother because she was the eldest and thought to be the care-taker of Mary, my other sister, and me. I personally think it's because they're similar in character and Elizabeth is the most appealing physically out of the three of us.

Mary, my younger sister, and I didn’t matter much to my father. I suppose we didn’t have the appeal that Elizabeth did. Mary was married to Charles Musgrove, but Charles and my father were like night and day. I’m not sure what both my sisters have that I don’t. I regard myself to be clever, as said by other people outside of familial ties, but this isn’t important to my father. To him, I’ve always been the invisible middle child, the one to be given away someday, the one that's just 'there'; my being didn’t matter to him.