Maybe all this isn't as hard for me as it would be for another girl." Charlotte's voice broke, but she tossed her head back with a proud motion; she took up the dusting-cloth and fell to work again.
"Oh, Charlotte!" said Rose; "I didn't mean that.

Of course I know you care.

It's awful.

It was only because I didn't see how you could seem so calm; it ain't like me.

Of course I know you feel bad enough underneath.