Susan
"Couldn't? Why not?"

"Couldn't? Why not?"

"Because I've never seen him."

"Because I've never seen him."

I burst out laughing. The affair was a trifle after all. At the most and worst it was some village moon-calf's clumsy wooing; at the least (and likeliest) it was a practical joke. But Susan thought otherwise. I stopped laughing at the sight of her proud flush and pain.

I burst out laughing. The affair was a trifle after all. At the most and worst it was some village moon-calf's clumsy wooing; at the least (and likeliest) it was a practical joke. But Susan thought otherwise. I stopped laughing at the sight of her proud flush and pain.

"Come, Susan," I coaxed, "be a sensible girl. It's some stupid joke."

"Come, Susan," I coaxed, "be a sensible girl. It's some stupid joke."

"No, Miss," said Susan firmly.

"No, Miss," said Susan firmly.

"Then what have you done? Have you sent a reply?"

"Then what have you done? Have you sent a reply?"

"Yes, Miss. No, Miss; I mean, no. That is, I've written the answer, but I haven't posted it."

"Yes, Miss. No, Miss; I mean, no. That is, I've written the answer, but I haven't posted it."

"That's a good thing. What have you said?"

"That's a good thing. What have you said?"

Susan was silent quite a long time. At length she looked at me plaintively, and answered:

Susan was silent quite a long time. At length she looked at me plaintively, and answered:

"I've wrote----"

"I've wrote----"


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