Driving Miss Daisy

I tried and tried to find another approach to what Howells was saying in his article about Daisy Miller and I couldn't. I found this story a bit irratating at best. For me this story is a about atypical americans, in other words who we are not. They are portrayed as rich or at least well to do, which most are not. Daisy doesnt seem to realize that not all americans know each other nor do they know of the same people that she knows, "There was an English lady we met in the cars-I think her name was Miss Featherstone; perhaps you know her". I did not get "that color" that we talked about in class nor the flavor of europe, it could just have been a setting in the hampton's or any other setting where the upper crust hang out. She tries to fit in using big words and phrases that quite frankly most other people dont use, "he's the most fastidious man I ever saw" (had to look that one up).I don't see Daisy as an independent women but as someone who doesn't know who she is or where she is going, even though she quite a bit older than her brother, she is still just a child. This almost seems that she has been so sheltered that she doesnt quite have a grasp of what the real world is all about. Miss Daisy speaks of society, "The only thing I don't like,' she proceeded, 'is the society. Thre isn't any society; or if there is, I don't know where it keeps itself". She talks of society (her circles?) as if everyone else doesn't exist. If she was in the high circles or high society she would know were they hang out and surley wouldn't be hanging out, walking the streets and talking to strangers at an outside cafe. Again she doesn't know where her place is in society.