The Maid, Don't Let in Anyone

My dear, am i perfectly hideous? She asked gaily. My daughters tell me it doesn't matter at my age, as if hideous this didn't matter all the more the harder it gets to conceal. And before he could answer, she added, was she so awfully handsome the day you drove her up from the ferry? He laughed, and she continued, was it because you told her that she had to put you out on the way? In my youth, young men didn't desert pretty women, unless they were made to. I always told her, so it would have spared me all this worry. But who ever thought of sparing their grandmother worry? Archer wondered if her illness had