With that he made her sit down beside him and told her all, so confidently and happily she dared not venture more than one objection: “But ’tis a long way to Nottingham, Hugh.”
“I can walk it. Take no heed to the way, Lois, but think of the end.”
“When shall you go?” she asked, playing absently with some acorns she had gathered in her hand.
“To-morrow night.”
“So soon?” The acorns fell neglected to the ground.
“Nay, ’tis delaying over-long. I would set out this very night, but I suppose I should take some time for preparation.”
“And you must run from home by night?” she repeated sadly.
“Like Dick Whittington. I wonder if I have such good fortune as he.”
“How happy your father will be to see you!” Lois continued.
“’Twill be naught but happiness for us all,” Hugh ran on boisterously. “Ah, must you go, Lois?”