Suppose you didn't write the real wise thing--and only two sheets of paper and so much to say ?" "How right you always are!" said Mona, and took up one of the blank sheets which Kitty had just brought her.
Then she began to write.

For a minute she wrote swiftly, nervously, and had nearly finished a page when Kitty said to her, "I think I had better see what you have written.

I don't think you are the best judge.

You see, I have known him better than you for the last five years, and I am the best judge please, I mean it in the rightest, kindest way," she added, as she saw Mona shrink.

It was like hurting a child, and she loved children--so much.