"I thought, perhaps," said Joe, growing red and white, and talking to the hat, "that some day, when we're older, you you might be willing to marry me, Sid. I'd be awfully good to you."
It hurt her to say no. Indeed, she could not bring herself to say it. In all her short life she had never willfully inflicted a wound. And because she was young, and did not realize that there is a short cruelty, like the surgeon's, that is mercy in the end, she temporized.
"There is such a lot of time before we need think of such things! Can't