“What for?”
“For emergencies.”
“Then they disaprove of him?” she said, in a low, tence voice.
“They know but little, although what they suspect—Jane,” I said, my bitterness bursting out, “what am I now? Nothing. A prisoner, or the equivalent of such, forbiden everything because I am to young! My Soul hampered by being taken to the country where there is nothing to do, given a pony cart, although but 20 months younger than Leila, and not going to come out until she is married, or permanently engaged.”
“It is hard,” said Jane. “Heart-breaking, Bab.”
We sat, in deep and speachless gloom. At last Jane said:
“How do I know? They keep me away at School all year. I am but a stranger here, although I try hard to be otherwise.”
“Because we might help along, if there is anyone. To get her married is your only hope, Bab. They’re afraid of you. That’s all. You’re the tipe to atract Men, except your noze, and you could help that by pulling it. My couzin did that, only she did it to much, and made it pointed.”
I looked in my mirror and sighed. I have always desired an aristocratic noze, but a noze cannot be altered like teeth, unless broken and then generaly not improved.