But the man is in love with Lucy as honestly as a ploughman could be.

Don't you think I've tough luck ?" she said, resting her elbow on the table and her chin on her palm, her keen gray eyes following Miss Dunbar and her lover as they loitered under the shadow of the church.

"I am as young as Lucy.
I have a better brain and as big a dot.

But her lovers make her life a burden, and I never have had one.

Just because our noses and chins are made up differently!" "Oh, my dear!" said Clara anxiously.