"What you suggest is that the things you speak of depend on other people ?" "Well, every one isn't so beautiful as you." She had met him with promptitude, yet no sooner had she spoken than she appeared again to encounter a difficulty.

"But there it is--my just saying even that.

Oh how I always know--as I've told you before--whenever I'm different! I can't ask you to tell me the things Granny WOULD have said, because that's simply arranging to keep myself back from you, and so being nasty and underhand, which you naturally don't want, nor I either.
Nevertheless when I say the things she wouldn't, then I put before you too much--too much for your liking it--what I know and see and feel.

If we're both partly the result of other people, HER other people were so different." The girl's sensitive boldness kept it up, but there was something in her that pleaded for patience.

"And yet if she had YOU, so I've got you too.