I ought to have read more, for I find I don't know anything, and it mortifies me.
Now comes the serious part, for it happened here, and Fred has just gone.

He has been so kind and jolly that we all got quite fond of him.
I never thought of anything but a traveling friendship till the serenade night.

Since then I've begun to feel that the moonlight walks, balcony talks, and daily adventures were something more to him than fun.

I haven't flirted, Mother, truly, but remembered what you said to me, and have done my very best.

I can't help it if people like me.