"I know I'm a veree fooleesh girl," she said. "I cannot help eet. Eet ees not to be that he should care for me." Her heart throbbed with bitter disappointment. She left the house behind and wandered away through the dusky June night. Crossing the road and the fields, she came at last to Ripple Lake, on the edge of which she lingered while the moon crept up in the east.