“I don’t know what you call a word; not a word of that kind.”
“I thought, perhaps—”
“I think he meant it once—this morning.”
“I dare say he meant it. And if he meant it this morning, he won’t have forgotten his meaning to-morrow.”
“There’s no reason why he should mean it, you know.”
“None in the least, Kate; is there?”
“Now you’re laughing at me, Mary. I never used to laugh at you when Harry was coming. I was so glad, and I did every thing I could.”
“Yes, you went away and left us in the Botanical Gardens. I remember. But, you see, there are no Botanical Gardens here; and the poor man couldn’t walk about if there were.”
“I wonder what Harry would say if it were to be so.”
“Of course he’d be glad—for your sake.”