“You have
changed
very
much,” she
said
finally.
“I am a
year
older,”
said the
girl.
“Pshaw, my
dear!”
said the
great-aunt.
“Who is
he?”
“Nobody!”
cried
Molly,
with
indignation.
“Then you
shouldn’t
answer so
loud,”
said the
great-aunt.
The girl
suddenly
hid her
face. “I
don’t
believe I
can love
any one,”
she said,
“except
myself.”
And then
that old
lady, who
in her day
had made
her
courtesy
to
Lafayette,
began to
stroke her
