“Pardon’s granted,” says he. “Go on.”
“I thought, Sir, I was walking with you in a Garden all full of Roses, Pinks, Crownations, Columbines, Jolly-flowers, Heartsease, and—and....”
“A Kiss behind the Garden-gate,” says he.
I was quite thrown out; and said, I did not believe there was such a Flower.
“Oh yes, there is,” says he,—“Well but the rest of your Dream——”
“That’s all, Sir.”
“All?” cries he.
“Yes, Sir; only that we went on walking and walking, and the Garden was so mighty pleasant.”
“Why, you told me there was Something wonderful in it!” says he.
I said it had seemed wonderful at the Time——