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116 "That was because I was a little bit frightened of you. You were so cross just now, before we came in, that I did n't know what to say to you."

"I cross? What a calumny! I was in my sweetest humor."

She looked at him mischievously.

"If you call that your sweetest humor, all I can think is that you 're not as clever as you pretend to be."

"I 'm afraid I 'm not. For example, I 'm not clever enough to understand you—a little girl like you, scarcely half my age."

"Am I really such a sphinx?"

"You are to me."

"I like that," she said, smiling, and gathering up the edge of the curtain in a frill; "I don't want everybody to see through me. But you 're different."

"How am I different?"

"You 're more a friend than other people—more a friend than anybody else I know. Tell me what you don't understand about me, and I 'll explain it. I won't leave myself a single secret."

Though he was standing close to her, looking down at her, he suddenly dropped his voice to the key that was the lowest she could hear.

"If I only dared to ask, and you would only tell the truth."