I'm going to tell you, Charlotte.

I used to look across at you sitting in the meeting-house, Sabbath days, when I was a boy, and think you were the handsomest girl I ever saw.

Then I did try to go with you once before I went to college; perhaps you didn't know that I meant anything, but I did.

Barney was in the way then a little, but I didn't think much of it.

I didn't know that he really meant to go with you.