Don't you feel sorry you are going to leave the old place?
Hadn't you got your own little spots there, and made friends with them?
I feel as if I should like to sit down by the side of your big, warm chimney-corner, till the wind came along that blows out the candle." "What do you mean by 'blowing out the candle' ?" she asked.
"Well," he answered, "it means, shut up shop, drop the curtain, or anything you like.

It means X Y Z and the grand finale!" "Oh!" she said, with a little start, as the thing dawned upon her.
"Don't speak like that; you're not going to die." "Give me your handkerchief," he answered.

"Give it to me, and I'll tell you--how soon." She jammed her hand down in her pocket.

"No, I won't," she answered.

"I won't!" She never did, and he liked her none the less for that.