"Eleven months!" She laughed a little laugh; her nature was so full of it that even now she could not keep it back.
"You must have been making careful computation," she said, "but it does not matter; you must not call me Kate, and I shall keep on calling you Dickory; I could not help it.

Now, where is it you were about to say you were going ?" "If you think me old enough," said he, "I am going to Barbadoes in the King and Queen.

She sails to-morrow.

I shall find out about everything, and I shall get your letter, then I shall come back and bring it to you." "Dickory!" she exclaimed, and her eyes glowed.
There was silence for some moments, and then he spoke, for it was necessary for him to say something, although he would have been perfectly content to stand there speechless, so long as her eyes still glowed.
"If I don't go," said he, "it may be long before you hear from him; having written, he will wait for an answer." She thought of no difficulties, no delays, no dangers.

"How happy you have made me, Dickory!" she said.