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"
Yes
,
very
selfish
,
"
continued
Amy
,
in
a
calm
,
cool
voice
,
twice
as
effective
just
then
as
an
angry
one
.
"
I
’
ll
show
you
how
,
for
I
’
ve
studied
you
while
we
were
frolicking
,
and
I
’
m
not
at
all
satisfied
with
you
.
Here
you
have
been
abroad
nearly
six
months
,
and
done
nothing
but
waste
time
and
money
and
disappoint
your
friends
.
"
"
Isn
’
t
a
fellow
to
have
any
pleasure
after
a
four
-
year
grind
?
"
"
You
don
’
t
look
as
if
you
’
d
had
much
.
At
any
rate
,
you
are
none
the
better
for
it
,
as
far
as
I
can
see
.
I
said
when
we
first
met
that
you
had
improved
.
Now
I
take
it
all
back
,
for
I
don
’
t
think
you
half
so
nice
as
when
I
left
you
at
home
.
You
have
grown
abominably
lazy
,
you
like
gossip
,
and
waste
time
on
frivolous
things
,
you
are
contented
to
be
petted
and
admired
by
silly
people
,
instead
of
being
loved
and
respected
by
wise
ones
.
With
money
,
talent
,
position
,
health
,
and
beauty
,
ah
you
like
that
old
Vanity
!
But
it
’
s
the
truth
,
so
I
can
’
t
help
saying
it
,
with
all
these
splendid
things
to
use
and
enjoy
,
you
can
find
nothing
to
do
but
dawdle
,
and
instead
of
being
the
man
you
ought
to
be
,
you
are
only
.
.
.
"
there
she
stopped
,
with
a
look
that
had
both
pain
and
pity
in
it
.
"
Saint
Laurence
on
a
gridiron
,
"
added
Laurie
,
blandly
finishing
the
sentence
.
But
the
lecture
began
to
take
effect
,
for
there
was
a
wide
-
awake
sparkle
in
his
eyes
now
and
a
half
-
angry
,
half
-
injured
expression
replaced
the
former
indifference
.
"
I
supposed
you
’
d
take
it
so
.
You
men
tell
us
we
are
angels
,
and
say
we
can
make
you
what
we
will
,
but
the
instant
we
honestly
try
to
do
you
good
,
you
laugh
at
us
and
won
’
t
listen
,
which
proves
how
much
your
flattery
is
worth
.
"
Amy
spoke
bitterly
,
and
turned
her
back
on
the
exasperating
martyr
at
her
feet
.
In
a
minute
a
hand
came
down
over
the
page
,
so
that
she
could
not
draw
,
and
Laurie
’
s
voice
said
,
with
a
droll
imitation
of
a
penitent
child
,
"
I
will
be
good
,
oh
,
I
will
be
good
!
"
But
Amy
did
not
laugh
,
for
she
was
in
earnest
,
and
tapping
on
the
outspread
hand
with
her
pencil
,
said
soberly
,
"
Aren
’
t
you
ashamed
of
a
hand
like
that
?
It
’
s
as
soft
and
white
as
a
woman
’
s
,
and
looks
as
if
it
never
did
anything
but
wear
Jouvin
’
s
best
gloves
and
pick
flowers
for
ladies
.
You
are
not
a
dandy
,
thank
Heaven
,
so
I
’
m
glad
to
see
there
are
no
diamonds
or
big
seal
rings
on
it
,
only
the
little
old
one
Jo
gave
you
so
long
ago
.
Dear
soul
,
I
wish
she
was
here
to
help
me
!
"
"
So
do
I
!
"
