"Do you guess my secret, Star?"
"Why, dear girl, I cannot help but know it."
"And you will keep it, Star?"
"To my dying day. Does he know it?"
"Oh, no, no; I have seen him only once. Do you think it right in me, Star?"
"I don't know, Edith. How will you ever make it known to him?"
"Oh, Star! I do not wish to; I do not wish to! He must find it out for himself. I know he is such a fine young man; for my father even praises him."
"He may never know it, Edith," said Star, not yet knowing herself the secrets of love, as old as she was; albeit, she possessed a true sense of the great mystery of life; "and then what?"
"I can only live in hope that he will, some day, see and know. Do you think it wrong in me, Star, to say these things?"
"If it is from your heart, no."