e ashamed of anything if I was
going to marry him. I'd go on my knees before him in the face and
eyes of the whole town."

"Well, I wouldn't," said Charlotte.

"I would, if I was sure he thought as much of me as I did of him."

Charlotte looked at her proudly. "I'm sure enough of that," said she.

Rose winced a little. "Then I wouldn't mind what I did," she
persisted, stubbornly.

"Well, I would," said Charlotte; "but maybe I don't care. Maybe all
this isn't as hard for me as it would be for another girl."
Charlotte's voice broke, but she tossed her head back with a proud
motion; she took up the dusting-cloth and fell to work again.

"Oh, Charlotte!" said Rose; "I didn't mean that. Of course I know you
care. It's awful. It was only because I didn't see how you could seem
so calm; it ain't like me. Of course I know you feel bad enough
underneath. Your wedding-clothes all done and everything. They are
pretty near all done, ain't they, Charlotte?"

"Yes," said Charlotte. "They're--pretty near--done." She tried to
speak steadily, but her voice failed. Suddenly she threw herself on
the bed and hid her face, and her whole body heaved and twisted with
great sobs.

"Oh, poor Charlotte, don't!" Rose cried, wringing her own hands; her
face quivered, but she did not weep.

"Maybe I don't care," sobbed Charlotte; "maybe--I don't care."

"Oh, Charlotte!" Rose looked at Charlotte's piteous girlish shoulders
shaken with sobs, and the fair prostrate girlish head. Charlotte all
drawn up in this little heap upon the bed looked very young and
helpless. All her womanly stateliness, which made her seem so
superior to Rose, had vanished. Rose pulled her chair close to the
bed, sat down, and laid her little thin hand on Charlotte's arm, and
Charlotte directly felt it hot through her sleeve. "Don't,
Charlotte," Rose said; "I'm sorry I spoke so."

"Maybe I don't care," Charlotte sobbed out again. "Maybe I don't."

"Oh, Charlotte, I'm sorry," Rose said, trembling. "I do know you
care; don't you feel so bad because I said that."

Rose tightened her grasp on Charlotte's arm; her voice changed
suddenly. "Look here, Charlotte," said she, "I'll do anything in the
world I can to help you; I promise you that, and I mean it, honest."

Charlotte reached around a hand, and clasped her cousin's.

"I'm sorry I spoke so," Rose said.

"Never mind," Charlotte responded, chokingly. She sobbed a little
longer from pure inertia of grief; then