"It is most amusing and ridiculous, but I feel sorry for him, too.

And when his hands are too trembly, and his eyes too shiny, why, I lecture him about his life and the wrong way he is going about it to mend it.

But he worships me, I know.

His eyes and his hands do not lie.

And it makes me feel grown-up, the thought of it, the very thought of it; and I feel that I am possessed of something that is by rights my own--that makes me like the other girls--and--and young women.