I feel as if the best of my life had gone by.

Everything seemed so smooth.

Oh, why did he fall so, Letty?
and I thought he cared for me, dear.' She whispered it, her face on her friend's shoulder.
'Try to forget, darling; try!' 'Oh, as if I didn't try night and day! I know it is so wrong to give a thought.

How could he speak to me as he did that day when I met him on the hill, and again when I went just to save him an annoyance?
He was almost the same as before, only I thought him a little sad from his illness.

He had no right to talk to me in that way! Oh, I feel wicked, that I can't forget; I hate myself for still--for still--' There was a word Letty could not hear, only her listening heart divined it.
'Dear Adela! pray for strength, and it will be sure to come to you.