"What of the man ?" Anne plucked up just enough of her poor spirit to raise her eyes to the brilliant ones that mocked at her.
"With such gentlemen, sister," she said, "is it like that _I_ have aught to do ?" Mistress Clorinda dropped her hand and left laughing.
"'Tis true," she said, "it is not; but for this one time, Anne, thou lookest almost a woman." "'Tis not beauty alone that makes womanhood," said Anne, her head on her breast again.

"In some book I have read that--that it is mostly pain.

I am woman enough for that." "You have read--you have read," quoted Clorinda.

"You are the bookworm, I remember, and filch romances and poems from the shelves.

And you have read that it is mostly pain that makes a woman?
'Tis not true.