"
She blushed with the deepest pleasure of her life, for she had been
repressed and reprimanded so long that words of encouragement and
praise were very sweet. But she only said with a laugh, "Oh, come;
don't turn my poor bewildered head any more to-night. I'm
desperately anxious to have uncle and aunt think I'm a very mature
young woman, but I know better and so do you. Why, even Uncle
Lusthah made me cry like a child."
"Well, his words about you brought tears to my eyes, and so there's
a pair of us."
"Oh!" she cried delightedly, giving his arm a slight pressure, "I
didn't know that you'd own up to that. When I saw them I felt like
laughing and crying at the same moment. And so I do now--it's so
delicious to be free and happy--to feel that some one is honestly
pleased with you."
He looked upon her upturned face, still dewy from emotion, and
wondered if the moon that night shone on a fairer object the world
around. It was indeed the face of a glad, happy child no longer
depressed by woes a few hours old, nor fearful of what the next hour
might bring.
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