Don't you think," he said, "that I might give you a lamp to rub if you need help?
And then I'll appear." "In Yaque ?" He nodded gravely.
"Yes, in Yaque.

I shall rise out of a jar like the Evil Genie; and though I shall be quite helpless you will still have the lamp.

And I shall be no end glad to have appeared." "But suppose," said Olivia merrily, "that when I have eaten a pomegranate or a potato or something in Yaque I forget all about America?
And when you step out of the jar I say 'Off with his head,' by mistake.

How shall I know it is you when the jar is opened ?" "I shall ask you what the population of Yaque is," he assured her, "and how the island compares with Manhattan, and if this is your first visit, and how you are enjoying your stay; and then you will recognize the talk of civilization and spare me." "No," she protested, "I've longed to say 'Off with his head' to too many people who have said all that to me.

And you mustn't say that a holiday always seems like Sunday, either." Whereat they both laughed, and it seemed an uncommonly pleasant world, and even the sad errand that was taking Olivia to Yaque looked like a hope.
Then the talk ran on pleasantly, and things went very briskly forward, and there was no dearth of fleet little smiles at this and that.