Oh, there was harm indeed for a young lady flattered by the brief attentions of a handsome man.
Darling girl, blinded by foolish thoughts of love. How to tell her that the hearts of men were not so easily won. If won, rarely kept.
Better to lose oneself in action than to wither in despair.
...which fairy-tale princess ever chose her maid over her prince?
But everyone's an expert with the virtue of hindsight . . . .
She either confused me with a much older child or else she glimpsed deep inside my soul and perceived a hole that needed filling. I've always chosen to believe the latter. After all, it's the librarian's one sworn purpose to bring books together with their one true reader.