You certainly are making me do just what you like, or rather what I like.

Kiss me, little Hulda! Give me your hand, my boy, and now let me write to my friend Help, Junior, of Bergen." The brother and sister left the apartment of which the professor had threatened to take permanent possession, and returned to their daily tasks with rather more hopeful hearts.
Sylvius Hogg was left alone.
"Poor child! poor child!" he murmured.

"Yes, I have made her forget her sorrow for a few moments.

But the delay has been a long one; and the sea is very rough at this season of the year.

What if the 'Viking' has indeed gone down, and Ole should never return!" A moment afterward the professor was busily engaged in writing to his Bergen friend.