Josephine blushed.

Rose smiled and kissed her.

She colored higher still, and said, "No, she was ashamed to go down." "Why ?" "Look at my face." "I see nothing wrong with it, except that it eclipses other people's, and I have long forgiven you that." "Oh, yes, dear Rose: look what a color it has, and a fortnight ago it was pale as ashes." "Never mind; do you expect me to regret that ?" "Rose, I am a very bad woman." "Are you, dear?
then hook this for me." "Yes, love.

But I sometimes think you would forgive me if you knew how hard I pray to be better.

Rose, I do try so to be as unhappy as I ought; but I can't, I can't.