I could see that.
There were lots of other ladies there--beautiful ladies--only she didn't seem to like them any better than I did the girls.

I wondered if maybe _they_ bragged, too, and I asked her; but she only began to cry again, and moan, "What have I done, what have I done ?"--and I had to try all over again to comfort her.

But I couldn't.
She got so she just stayed in her room lots and lots.

I tried to make her put on her pretty clothes, and do as the other ladies did, and go out and walk and sit on the big piazzas, and dance, and eat at the pretty little tables.

She did, some, when we first came, and took me, and I just loved it.