I was going to
tell you, Babie, I was horridly wretched and dismal one day at
Leukerbad when I thought mother and all were out of the way-—gone out
driving, I believe-—and then Fordham came in. He had stayed in, I do
believe, on purpose--"
"But, but," said Babie, not so much impressed as her brother wished;
"isn't he rather a spoon? Johnny said he ought to have been a girl."
"I didn't think Johnny was such a stupid," said Armine, "I only know
he has been no end of a comfort to me, though he says he only wants
to hinder me from getting like him."
"Don't then," said Babie, "though I don't understand. I thought you
were so fond of him."
"So must you be," said Armine; "I never got on with anybody so well.
He knows just how it is! He says if God gives one such a life, He
will help one to find out the way to make the best of it for oneself
and other people, and to bear to see other people doing what one
can't, and we are to help one another. Oh, Babie! you must like
Fordham!"
"I must if you do!" said Babie. "But he is awfully old for a friend
for you, Armie."
"He is nineteen," said Armine, "but people get more and more of the
same age as they grow older. And he likes all our books, and more
too, Babie. He had such a delicious book of French letters, that he
lent me, with things in them that were just what I wanted.
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