The Story of Kilmeny

were always good friends until she turned against all the world.

She was a strange girl in some ways even then, but I always liked her, though a great many people didn’t. She had some bitter enemies, but she had some de- voted friends too. That was her way. She made folks either hate or love her. Those who did love her would have gone through fire and water for her.

When she grew up she was very pretty—tall and splendid, like a queen, with great thick braids of black hair and red, red cheeks and lips. Everybody who saw her looked at her a second time. She was a little vain of her beauty, I think, Master. And she was proud, oh, she was very proud. She liked to be first in every— thing, and she couldn’t bear not to show to good advantage. She was dreadful de— termined, too. You couldn’t budge her an inch, Master, when she once had made up her mind on any point. But she was warm-hearted and generous. She could

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