"What are you going to do when I am gone?"
"Work hard so you'll be proud of me when you come back."
"I shall be sixteen in two years."
"And I, twenty-one."
"You'll be a man—quite."
"You'll be a woman—almost."
"I don't think I shall like you so much then."
"I shall like you more."
"Why?" she asked quickly.
"Why? Oh, I don't know. Am I so awfully ugly, Genia?"