It was
dark and he just talked on as if he were talking to himself--I
think he forgot I was there at all, once he got started. He has
never been shy or awkward with me, but he never talked as he did
last night."
"You might tell us what he said," urged Cecily. "We'd never
tell."
The Story Girl shook her head.
"No, I can't. You wouldn't understand. Besides, I couldn't tell
it just right. It's one of the things that are hardest to tell.
I'd spoil it if I told it--now. Perhaps some day I'll be able to
tell it properly. It's very beautiful--but it might sound very
ridiculous if it wasn't told just exactly the right way."
"I don't know what you mean, and I don't believe you know
yourself," said Felicity pettishly. "All that I can make out is
that Miss Reade is going to marry Jasper Dale, and I don't like
the idea one bit. She is so beautiful and sweet. I thought she'd
marry some dashing young man. Jasper Dale must be nearly twenty
years older than her--and he's so queer and shy--and such a
hermit."
"Miss Reade is perfectly happy," said the Story Girl. "She thinks
the Awkward Man is lovely--and so he is. You don't know him, but
I do."
"Well, you needn't put on such airs about it," sniffed Felicity.
"I am not putting on any airs.
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