I have puzzled over this, since, dear Diary. Because there must be some reason why men fall in love with me. I am not ugly, but I am not beautiful, my nose being too short. And as for clothes, I get none except Leila's old things. But Jane Raleigh says there are women like that. She has a cousin who has had four husbands and is beginning on a fifth, although not pretty and very slovenly, but with a mass of red hair. Are all men to be my lovers? "Carter," I said earnestly, "I must tell you now that I do not care for you--in that way." "What made you send for me, then?" "Good gracious!" I exclaimed, losing my temper somewhat. "I can send for the ice man without his thinking I'm crazy about him, can't I?" "Thanks." "The truth is," I said, sitting down and motioning him to a seat in my maturest manner, "I--I want some money. There are many things, but the money comes first." He just sat and looked at me with his mouth open. "Well," he said at last, "of course--I suppose you know you've come to a Bank that's gone into the hands of a receiver. But aside from that, Bab, it's a pretty mean trick to send for me and let me think--well, no matter about that. How much do you want?" "I can pay it back as soon as father comes home," I said, to relieve his mind. It is against my principals to borrow money, especially from one who has little or none. But since I was doing it, I felt I might as well ask for a lot. "Could you let me have ten dollars?" I said, in a faint tone. He drew a long breath. "Well, I guess yes," he observed. "I thought you were going to touch me for a hundred, anyhow. I--I suppose you wouldn't give me a kiss and call it square." I considered. Because after all, a kiss is not much, and ten dollars is a good deal. But at last my better nature won out. "Certainly not," I said coldly. "And if there is a string to it I do not want it." So he apologized, and came and sat beside me, without being a nuisance, and asked me what my other troubles were. "Carter" I said, in a grave voice, "I know that you believe me young and incapable of affection. But you are wrong. I am of a most loving disposition." "Now see here, Bab," he said. "Be fair. If I am not to hold your hand, or--or be what you call a nuisance, don't talk like this. I am but human," he said, "and there is something about you lately that--well, go on with your story. Only, as I say, don't try me to far." "It's like this," I explained. "Girls think they are cold and distant, and indeed, frequently are." "Frequently!" "Until they meet the right one. Then they learn that their hearts are, as you say, but human." "Bab," he said, suddenly turning and facing me, "an awful thought has come to me. You are in love--and not with me!" "I am in love, and not with you," I said in tragic tones.