If your father would not object, I should like to travel along with you." "Father may remain here a long time, so long that we may not get to see much of Europe, and of course, you can't wait here for us." "Now listen, Lucy.

_You_ are Europe to me.

I believe you are the whole world." She did not turn from him, though she looked down to the grass where the point of her sunshade now rested.

Her face was diffused with color.
"Forgive me for saying so much," he continued, "for I realize I am quite a stranger to you." "A stranger ?" she asked.
"Yes; we have not known each other long.

You don't know much about me." "I seem to have known you a long time," she said, looking up.