good. She was a daft, generous little thing. I'm glad she's held her own since.
After all, we were awfully young. It was youth and poverty and proximity, and
everything was young and kindly. I shouldn't wonder if she could laugh about it
with me now. I shouldn't wonder-- But they've probably spoiled her, so that she'd
be tiresome if one met her again."
Bartley smiled and yawned and went to bed.