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"
You
could
have
borrowed
that
,
too
.
Only
way
I
’
ll
believe
you
were
ever
young
"
-
Jane
shut
her
eyes
to
emphasize
how
sure
she
was
of
herself
—
"
is
if
you
have
someone
say
they
saw
you
when
you
were
ten
.
"
"
Thousands
of
people
saw
me
but
they
’
re
dead
,
you
little
fool
—
or
ill
,
in
other
towns
.
I
don
’
t
know
a
soul
here
,
just
moved
here
a
few
years
ago
,
so
no
one
saw
me
young
.
"
"
Well
,
there
you
are
!
"
Jane
blinked
at
her
companions
.
"
Nobody
saw
her
!
"
"
Listen
!
"
Mrs
.
Bentley
seized
the
girl
’
s
wrist
.
"
You
must
take
these
things
on
faith
.
Someday
you
’
ll
be
as
old
as
I
.
People
will
say
the
same
.
‘
Oh
no
,
’
they
’
ll
say
,
‘
those
vultures
were
never
hummingbirds
,
those
owls
were
never
orioles
,
those
parrots
were
never
bluebirds
!
’
One
day
you
’
ll
be
like
me
!
"
"
No
,
we
won
’
t
!
"
said
the
girls
.
"
Will
we
?
"
they
asked
one
another
.
"
Wait
and
see
!
"
said
Mrs
.
Bentley
.
And
to
herself
she
thought
,
Oh
,
God
,
children
are
children
,
old
women
are
old
women
,
and
nothing
in
between
They
can
’
t
imagine
a
change
they
can
’
t
see
.
"
Your
mother
,
"
she
said
to
Jane
.
"
Haven
’
t
you
noticed
,
over
the
years
,
the
change
?
"
"
No
,
"
said
Jane
.
"
She
’
s
always
the
same
.
And
that
was
true
.
You
lived
with
people
every
day
and
they
never
altered
a
degree
.
