"He's true!" said Kitty hotly. "That I can see in his eyes!"
"You know who he is?" asked Nahnya anxiously. "Where he come from? All about him?"
"No," faltered Kitty. "He's honest!" she cried. "My instinct tells me so. He's good to me. He's careful of me. He doesn't make love to me! Oh, Annie," she went on tremulously, "I've been living in a dream the last few days! All the time he teases me, and I love it because I know he is kind! All the time we laugh, and the hours go by like minutes!"
Once the opening was found, Kitty was not to be stopped from pouring out the whole of her simple heart to her friend. Nahnya held her close, and listened, and her dark head drooped.
Kitty, raising her face at last, was arrested by Nahnya's brooding look upon her. Kitty had never seen eyes so kind and so sad. Their look was as deep as the sea.
"Annie," she said sharply, "what's the matter? Aren't you glad?"
Nahnya pressed the girl convulsively. "I am glad," she murmured, bestirring herself. "I love you. I am glad if you are happy!"
"You were not looking glad," said Kitty.
"It is foolishness," said Nahnya. "Only—I think of me. I am young. I want be happy, too!"
"You will be!" cried Kitty.