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I danced well, played the piano well, and
was full of life, and they all liked to come in our house, where
there were plenty of good things of all kinds. So I really ought
not to say that I, who frequently cried over the length of my nose,
had admirers. I should rather say good friends, who saw to it in
their kindness that I never was a wall-flower at a ball, or lacked
favors at a cotillon.
But he was so different. The others were young like myself. He had
experience. He was a man, handsome and good, just such a man as
would be likely to take the fancy of a girl of my age. And he, who
had seen so many girls prettier and better than I, singled me out
of them all; and I--well, I was proud of the distinction, and I
loved him.
How well I remember the clear winter day when he and I skated
and talked, and talked and skated, till the moon was high in the
heavens, and my brother was sent out to look for me! I went home
that evening the happiest girl in the world, so I thought; for he
had called me "a beautiful child," and told me that he loved me.


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