Perhaps I do,' said Totty, putting her head on one side.

And forthwith she began to hum a tune, which however, she checked the next moment, remembering Nelly.
'But you speak in a queer way, Totty.' 'So do you, Thyrza.

What are you bothering about ?' Again she searched Thyrza's face, this time with something very curious in her gaze, a kind of suspicion one would have said.
'I--I like to know about you,' Thyrza said, with embarrassment.
'I've told you all there is to tell.' 'But you haven't told me really whether--Do you,' she sank her voice still lower, 'do you love him, Totty ?' A singular flush came and went upon the other girl's face.

She herself was little disposed to use sentimental words, and it was the first time that Thyrza had done so to her.

The coarseness she heard from certain of her companions did not abash her, but this word of Thyrza's seemed to do so strangely.