“Christine,” he said. “Dear Christine, I am going with my Uncle Ballister to the United States. We intend to see both the northern and southern states, and in California shall doubtless find the ways and means to cross over to China and Japan, and at Hongkong get passage for India, and then——”
“And then whar next?”
“Through Europe to England. I dare say the journey will take us a whole year.”
“Mair likely twa or even three years. Whatna for are you going?”
“Because my uncle is going, and he is set on having me with him.”
“I wouldn’t wonder. Maybe he is going just for your sake. Weel I hope you’ll hae a brawly fine time, and come hame the better for it.”
“I cannot tell how I am to do without seeing you, for a whole year.”
“Folk get used to doing without, vera easy, if the want isn’t siller. Love isna a necessity.”
“O, but it is! Dear Christine, it is the great necessity.”