_'There's a long, long trail a-winding.'_" she hummed.
Peter laughed.

"Oh, my dear," he said, "was there ever anyone like you ?" Langton was reading in his room when Peter looked in to say good-night.
"Hullo!" he said.

"See her home ?" "Yes," said Peter.

"What did you think of her ?" "She's fathoms deep, I should say.

But I should take care if I were you, my boy.