"Sickening to think of," she said, "when you look at that.

Call me Frances--a man's name, with only the difference between an i and an e.

No sentiment in it; hard, like me.

Well, what was it you didn't like to say of yourself ?" Carmina dropped her voice to a whisper.

"It's no use asking me what I do see, or don't see, in my aunt," she answered.