She doesn't understand that I can't bear to hear her repeating the kind of things she has heard from Miss Barfoot and Miss Nunn.

She tries so hard to look forward hopefully--but I _know_ she is miserable, and it makes me more miserable still.

I oughtn't to have left you; I should have been all right in a day or two, with you to help me.

You don't make-believe, Milly; it's all real and natural good spirits.

It has done me good only to see your dear old face.' 'Oh, you're a flatterer.