"Oh, yes."
"Carry your mind back to the holiday we had in the country. Do you think you can recall all that occurred in those few happy days?"
"Shall I try?"
"Yes--just run them over."
"Our packing up the night before; getting up early in the morning and meeting the wagon; trotting out of the dull streets into the beautiful country--I can hear the jingle of the bells on the horses' necks--the gardens, the lanes, the lovely flowers, and the waving corn; the names of the horses, Daisy and Cornflower--is that right, Daddy?"
"Go on, Sally. You have a capital memory."
"Our stopping at the public-house, and having dinner in the garden; our getting into the wagon again, with a lot of fresh hay to sit on; our trotting on and on till we came to another public-house, called The World's End--I thought it a strange name, and that we were really getting to the end of the world----"
"One moment, Sally. Before we came to The World's End, we saw a great park with splendid iron gates at the entrance. I asked what place it was----"
"And the wagoner said it was called Springfield."
"That's right, Sally; go on. What a memory you've got."