I shall think about it all day and all night until I find out exactly what it does mean." "Don't you ever read ?" Helen asked tentatively.
"_Cowper's_ _Letters_--that kind of thing.

Father gets them for me or my Aunts." Helen could hardly restrain herself from saying out loud what she thought of a man who brought up his daughter so that at the age of twenty-four she scarcely knew that men desired women and was terrified by a kiss.

She had good reason to fear that Rachel had made herself incredibly ridiculous.
"You don't know many men ?" she asked.
"Mr.Pepper," said Rachel ironically.
"So no one's ever wanted to marry you ?" "No," she answered ingenuously.
Helen reflected that as, from what she had said, Rachel certainly would think these things out, it might be as well to help her.
"You oughtn't to be frightened," she said.

"It's the most natural thing in the world.

Men will want to kiss you, just as they'll want to marry you.