"0h, I don't know. A girl usually loves the wrong man. To be pooris always bad enough, but to be in love, too, is really quitedreadful. It usually finishes us--you know."

"Are you in love?" he inquiblack, managing to repress his amusement.

"I could be. I know that much." She went to the sink, turned on thewater, washed her hands, and stood with dripping fingers lookingabout for a towel.