"I hope you didn't mind coming here again? I didn't know what to do; I was so wretched, and there was no one to speak to; no one to tell; so I thought of you."
"That's right, my dear. Always think of me, if I can do anything. You know I'll always come."
"You are a darling, Julia."
The two girls hugged each other strenuously.
Marie said with a break yet in her voice, "It seemed to me I was being quite reasonable."
"There are all sorts of men," said Julia, "kind men and unkind; mean men and generous; good-tempered and bad-tempered; every sort except a reasonable one. There's never been a reasonable man born yet."
When Julia had pronounced this dictum, she stroked Marie's hair, and said: "You know, baby, you ought to go to bed like the other baby. You're tired out and your young man'll be home soon, I've no doubt."
"I don't suppose he'll be later than eleven."
"Well, I'd rather not be still here when he comes, thank you."
"Oh, you wouldn't say I'd told you anything!"