Plainly, she is quite besotted by him,. . . a girl, a young girl, and she is falling in love for the first time in her life. . . . little Kitty Howard at a loss, stumbling in her speech, blushing like a rose, thinking of someone else and not herself is to see a girl become a woman.
Nothing is thought rare Which is not new and follow'd, yet we know That what was worne some twenty yeare agoe, Comes into grace againe.