No!--what have politics to do with--with-- She dropped her face in her hands, laughing to herself, the delicious tremors of first love running through her.

Would she hear from him?
She understood she was to be written to, though she had never asked it.

But ought she to allow it?
Was it _convenable_?
She knew that girls now did what they liked--threw all the old rules overboard.

But--proudly--she stood by the old rules; she would do nothing "fast" or forward.

Yet she was an orphan--standing alone; surely for her there might be more freedom than for others?
She hurried home.