In fact _I_ think she showed a great deal of temper for a Christian woman about a fellow Christian in her own church.
But she wouldn't let me go to the picnic; and not only that, but I think she changed grocers, for Mr.Livingstone hasn't been here for a long time, and when I asked Susie where he was she looked funny, and said we weren't getting our groceries where Mr.Livingstone worked any longer.
Well, of course, that ended that.

And there hasn't been any other since.

That's why I say _my_ love story doesn't seem to be getting along very well.

Naturally, when it gets noised around town that your Aunt Jane won't let you go anywhere with a young man, or let a young man come to see you, or even walk home with you after the first time--why, the young men aren't going to do very much toward making your daily life into a love story.
* * * * * _Two weeks later._ A queer thing happened last night.

It was like this: I think I said before what an awfully stupid time Mary is having of it, and how I couldn't play now, or make any noise, 'cause Father has taken to hanging around the house so much.