Nothing is as I supposed.

Richard never told me what I was to expect," Ethelyn replied, without stopping to consider what she was saying.
For a moment Andy looked intently at her, as if trying to make out her meaning.

Then, as it in part dawned upon him, he said sorrowfully: "Sister Ethie, if it's me you mean, I was more to blame than Dick, for I asked him not to tell you I was--a--a--wall, I once heard Miss Captain Simmons say I was Widder Markham's fool," and Andy's chin quivered as he went on: "I ain't a fool exactly, for I don't drool or slobber like Tom Brown the idiot, but I have a soft spot in my head, and I didn't want you to know it, for fear you wouldn't like me.

Daisy did, though, and Daisy knew what I was and called me 'dear Andy,' and kissed me when she died." Andy was crying softly now, and Ethelyn was crying with him.

The hard feeling at her heart was giving way, and she could have put her arms around this childish man, who after a moment continued: "Dick said he wouldn't tell you, so you must forgive him for that.