But you mustn't, you know, you mustn't care for me in that way.

I ought to tell you right away that I never could care for you more than--I always have done; I mean care for you only as a very, very good friend.

You don't know, Dolly," she went on eagerly, "how it hurts me to tell you so, because I care so much for you in every other way that I wouldn't hurt your feelings for anything; but then you know at the same time it would hurt you a great deal more if I _shouldn't_ tell you, but encourage you, and let you go on thinking that perhaps I liked you more than any one else, when I _didn't_.

Now wouldn't that be wrong?
You don't know how glad it makes me feel that I have been of some good to you, and that is just why I want to be sincere _now_ and not make you think any less of me--think any worse of me." "Oh, I know," answered young Haight.

"I know I shouldn't have said anything about it.