it is only, because we are so different." "How different, Eunice ?" "Oh ...

older, I suppose." She grew quieter; it appeared on the whole they were getting on.

"I care for so many things, you know--dancing--and bridge--_young_ things--and you are always reading and reading.

Oh! I couldn't stand it." So it was out now.

She was jealous of his books, a little.