"I want other people should."
"You do! Well — I never expect them to think much of mine."
"That's not true, Rose."
"It isn't?"
"No; and your smile when you said it spoke that it wasn't."
"Well, I don't care, they are thought enough of," said Rose, half crying.
Elizabeth walked to the window and stood within the curtain, looking out into the street; and Rose bestowed her pouting lips and brimful eyes upon the full view of the fire.
"What's made you so cross?" she said after a quarter of an hour, when the tears were dried.
"I am not cross."
"Did you ever see anybody so amusing as Rufus Landholm?"