"Take me altogether; my life is yours," he said, intoxicated with happiness.
"I love you; I love you, Gonzalo, for your good looks and your strength. Look, let me put my hand on yours—what a difference! It looks like an ant."
"A white ant," he returned, taking the little hand between his own great strong ones.
"I love you; I love you, Gonzalo. Take me in your arms. Could you walk with me like that?"
"Oh! you are nothing."
And lifting her like a feather, and putting her on his arm like a child, he began jumping about the garden.
"Not so fast! Carry me gently. Let us go for a walk."
So he carried her all over the park without feeling any fatigue. And from that day that kind of walk pleased the girl so much that whenever they went out she clung to her husband's neck for him to carry her.
The servants smiled and shook their heads at the sight. But a still better way of amusing her was very soon discovered. There was a swing near the house, out of order, but more from time than use. It was repaired, and as soon as it was ready it afforded many hours of occupation to Gonzalo.
"If you could only know how I enjoy it! Push a little more."