“For just the reason I told you. Because you’re the kind that can get away with anything.”
“But I can’t!” Lily cried. “I’m always in some sort of miserable mess or other.”
“Yes, pretty often,” her friend assented. “But it’s always a new one, and nobody ever does anything about the old one, so why should you care? You’ll write one of these three boys a little weepy note, and you’ll have a little weepy scene with another, and that’ll leave only the one you like the best, and——”
“But I don’t,” Lily interrupted, piteously. “I don’t absolutely know I like him as much as I thought I did, either.”
“What!” Ada cried. “Not even him?”
“How can anybody ever be absolutely certain? I mean certain enough to get married. You know it’s a thing you’ve got to look at pretty seriously, Ada—getting actually married.”
But for the moment Ada did not seem to be sympathetic;—she was staring wide-eyed at her friend. “So you’re going to wriggle out of it with all three of them.”
“But maybe I can’t,” Lily moaned. “Suppose they insisted? Suppose they just wouldn’t let me?”
“Has there ever been anything anybody wouldn’t let you do?”
Lily moaned again. “You mean I’m spoiled. You mean people let me make ’em miserable. Oh, it’s true, Ada! I do wish I could be more like you.”