"Do you think I showed my love too openly ?" she asked eagerly.

"I tried to hide it, you know.

I covered my face with my hands, but he pulled them away, and then, of course, he knew." She went on, "I kissed his horse's nose, and he said I did that because it was his horse.

How could he know?
When I asked him how he knew, he kissed me, and I pretended to be angry and ran away.

But I was not angry, and I said to myself, 'I am glad, I am glad, I am glad!' "I wanted so to be good, but--It is so difficult to refuse when you love him very much, don't you think ?" The pathos of that was lost on the girl, and the Painted Lady continued sadly: "It would be so nice, would it not, if they liked us to be good?
I think it would be sweet." She bent forward and whispered emphatically, "But they don't, you know--it bores them.
"Never bore them--and they are so easily bored! It bores them if you say you want to be married.