I've never told her that." "He doesn't care," thought Tootles.

"I'm no more than an old shoe to him." "If I'd told her it might have made a difference.

Even if she had laughed at me she would have had something to catch hold of if she wanted it.

By Jove, I wish I'd had the pluck to tell her." "He even looks at me and doesn't see me," she went on thinking, her hopes withering like cut flowers, her eagerness petering out and a great humiliation creeping over her.

"What's the matter with me?
Some people think I'm pretty.