"I come from that island, where I was born; there is no land more lovely in all the West Indies." "You come from Barbadoes ?" cried the girl, "and it really is a pleasant island ?" "Most truly it is," said he, "and the great dream of my life is to get back there." Then he stopped.

Was it really the dream of his life to get back there?
That would depend upon several things.
"If, then, you tell me the truth, my ship is bound for Barbadoes.

And if she should go, would you like to go there with us ?" Dickory hesitated.

"Not directly," said he.

"I would first touch at Jamaica." For some moments there was no answer from the tree-top, and then came the question: "Is it a girl who lives there ?" "Yes," said Dickory unguardedly, "but also I have a mother in Jamaica." "Indeed," said she, "a mother! Well, we might stop there and take the mother with us to Barbadoes.