"But I want you to like her for her own sake."
"I think I shall," said Maude. She was so scrupulously truthful! "I was a little afraid of her, at first."
"Afraid of Nancy!" I exclaimed.
"Well, you know, she's much older than I. I think she is sweet. But she knows so much about the world—so much that she doesn't say. I can't describe it."
I smiled.
"It's only her manner. You'll get used to that, when you know what she really is."
"Oh, I hope so," answered Maude. "I'm very anxious to like her—I do like her. But it takes me such a lot of time to get to know people."
Nancy asked us to dinner.
"I want to help Maude all I can,—if she'll let me," Nancy said.
"Why shouldn't she let you?" I asked.