She shook her head, her eyes wide as if trying to read the future.
"Nothing."
Her voice was almost a whisper.
"Yes, there is, I know. Tell me, won't you?"
Again she shook her head.
"What's the matter, little chum?"
"It's nothing; it's only my foolishness. If I tell you, it wouldn't help me any. And then—it doesn't matter. You wouldn't care. Why should you care?"
She turned away from me and seemed absorbed in bitter thought.
"Care! why, yes, I would care; I do care. You know I would do anything in the world to help you. You know I would be unhappy if you were unhappy. You know——"
"Then it would only worry you."