One can't account for those things, can one?
Do tell me your Christian name! I won't call you by it--if you don't like it." "My name is Lucy," said Mrs.Friend faintly.

There was something so seductive in the neighbourhood of the girl's warm youth and in the new sweetness of her voice that she could not make any further defence of her "dignity." "I might have guessed Lucy.

It's just like you," said the girl triumphantly.

"Wordsworth's Lucy--do you remember her?
--'A violet by a mossy stone'-- That's you exactly.

I _adore_ Wordsworth.