"Will you, oh, will you?" cried the child, with a burst of joy.
"Will I!—who'll stop me, I'd like to know?"
"But, how—when?" inquired the child, breathless with joy.
"To-night, I reckon?"
"Isabel—Isabel! where is the creature gone?" cried a voice from the stairs.
"Scamper!" exclaimed Salina, with an emphatic motion of the hand, "scamper, or she'll be coming down here, and I'd rather see old scratch any time."
"But you will certainly take me?" pleaded the child, breathlessly.
"When I give my word I give it!"
"Oh, thank you—thank you!"
Isabel sprang up—flung her arms around Salina's neck, and kissed her.