"
"It _is_ hard," said Jane. "Heart-breaking, Bab."
We sat, in deep and speachless gloom. At last Jane said:
"Has she anyone in sight?"
"How do I know? They keep me away at School all year. I am
but a stranger here, although I try hard to be otherwise."
"Because we might help along, if there is anyone. To get
her married is your only hope, Bab. They're afraid of you.
That's all. You're the tipe to atract Men, except your noze, and
you could help that by pulling it. My couzin did that, only she
did it to much, and made it pointed."
I looked in my mirror and sighed. I have always desired an
aristocratic noze, but a noze cannot be altered like teeth,
unless broken and then generaly not improved.
"I have tried a shell hair pin at night, but it falls off
when I go to sleep," I said, in a despondant manner.
We sat for some time, eating caromels and thinking about
Leila, because there was nothing to do with my noze, but Leila
was diferent.
"Although," Jane said, "you will never be able to live your
own Life until she is gone, Bab."
"There is Carter Brooks," I suggested.
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