“No.”
“Well, I do keep wishing for one thing.”
“What is that?”
“Oh, I can't help my thoughts.”
“But you can help keeping them from me, nurse.”
“Well, my dear, I am like a mother; I watch every word of yours and every look; and it is my belief you deceive yourself a bit: many a young maid has done that. I do judge there is a young man that is more to you than you think for.”
“Who on earth is that, nurse?” asked Lucy, coloring.
“The handsome young gentleman.”
“Oh, they are all handsome—all my pests.”
“The one I found under your window, Miss Lucy; he wasn't in liquor; so what was he there for? and you know you were not at your ease till you had made me go and wake him, and send him home; and you were all of a tremble. I'm a widdy now, and can speak my mind to men-folk all one as women-folk; but I've been a maid, and I can mind how I was in those days. Liking did use to whisper me to do so and so; Shyness up and said, 'La! not for all the world; what'll he think?'”