“Bessie, why do you think this?”
“Why, I know he will; but don’t you believe a word—not if you can help it. You see I believed so long, and then at last I found he lied; so don’t you believe Ross, will you?”
“I guess not.”
“You must be sure. Now I’m going away because he wants you to be all alone when he tells you that story.”
“Bessie, you have a very foolish idea in your head,” Miss Elsworth said, as they entered the old house.
“But don’t you call me crazy.”
“Bessie, your brother will not talk to me of love; he has never mentioned it to me.”
“Well, you see, he was afraid; he says you are a famous woman.”
“No, I am not famous, and if I were, what of it?”
“That’s what I say. I ain’t a bit afraid of you if you are crazy. Ross is a coward to be afraid of a robin,” Bessie said, as she sat down beside Blanche and looked into her face with a sweet smile. “I’d let him tell, just to hear how lovely it sounds, because, you see, you don’t know; you never loved anybody, did you?”