I'm going." She appealed again to her aunt.

It wasn't the being looked at, she explained, but the things people were sure to say.

The women in particular.

She liked women, but where emotion was concerned they were as flies on a lump of sugar.

They would be certain to ask her questions.
Evelyn M.would say: "Are you in love?
Is it nice being in love ?" And Mrs.Thornbury--her eyes would go up and down, up and down--she shuddered at the thought of it.