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"I don't think so," answered Betsy, and, without looking at her

friend, she began filling the little transparent cups with

fragrant tea. Putting a cup before Anna, she took out a

cigarette, and, fitting it into a silver holder, she lighted it.

"It's like this, you see: I'm in a fortunate position," she

began, quite serious now, as she took up her cup. "I understand

you, and I understand Liza. Liza now is one of those naive

natures that, like children, don't know what's good and what's

bad. Anyway, she didn't comprehend it when she was very young.

And now she's aware that the lack of comprehension suits her.

Now, perhaps, she doesn't know on purpose," said Betsy, with a

subtle smile. "But, anyway, it suits her. The very same thing,

don't you see, may be looked at tragically, and turned into a

misery, or it may be looked at simply and even humorously.

Possibly you are inclined to look at things too tragically."