That is some months to wait.

And we can wait, Master Sisty.

For truth, that blooms all the year round, is better than a poor geranium; and a word that is never broken, is better than a piece of delf." My head, which had drooped before, rose again; but the rush of joy at my heart almost stifled me.
"I have called to pay your little bill," said my father, entering the shop of one of those fancy stationers common in country towns, and who sell all kinds of pretty toys and knick-knacks.

"And by the way," he added, as the smiling shopman looked over his books for the entry, "I think my little boy here can show you a much handsomer specimen of French workmanship than that work-box which you enticed Mrs.Caxton into raffling for, last winter.

Show your domino-box, my dear." I produced my treasure, and the shopman was liberal in his commendations.