You are so far above me in every way that it is no wonder I am bewildered when you say--say--that you--.

You know what I mean." "Yes, Betty," I answered quickly, feeling that she had more to say.
"I was bewildered in my parlor at the Old Swan to-day," she said, hanging her head.

"Your opinion of me must have fallen." "No, no, I understood, Betty, I understood, and I dare not tell you how much my opinion has risen because I would say more than would be good for you or for me," I answered reassuringly.
"But you must remember that a girl has impulses and yearnings at times, and she should not be too harshly blamed if she sometimes fails to beat them down.

But now it will all be different.

The Blessed Virgin will help us, and our conflict is over." Betty and I started back to the coach, both feeling the uplift of our answered prayer.