"The cruellest thing that ever happened to me," said Tom, a little surlily.
"Oh no," Harebell said cheerfully; "you'll soon be better, won't you? And then it won't take very long to find a cottage and a wife. I can be doing that while you're in bed. It will be so nice to think about, Tom. What shall you wear for the wedding?"
Tom began to smile.
"White waistcoat!" he said. "And white gloves!"
"And a blue tie," said Harebell. "Sky blue, you know, and a rose in your buttonhole."
"I shall be a reg'lar toff!" said Tom.
Harebell beamed with delight.
"And your wife must be in white, of course. People are always married in white; only I should like a wreath of pink roses round her waist, like a sash, you know. Wouldn't they look pretty?"
"That they would."
"And now, who shall she be?" went on Harebell, a serious gleam coming into her eyes.