She sighed contentedly. Nestling to him, closed her eyelids as she said:
"People go away for honey-dews, don't they?"
He smiled. Gathered that she had confused names by reading the label on his tobacco packet. She had seen him fill his pouch, and clamoured for the silver paper to make impressions of coins on. To her huge satisfaction had more than once induced him to pick up her coinage in the belief that they were real.
"Yes," he answered. "It is usual for married persons to go away. We must consider where we will spend our honeymoon. You have been to the Hippodrome, haven't you?"
Her eyes opened; sparkled at the recollection. The dustmen were banished for a moment as she answered:
"Twice! That's where I saw Cinderella!"
"That wouldn't be altogether a bad place for a honeymoon, would it? Then there's the Zoo—how about that?"
"Lovely! You are a very dear old Prince Charlie. I think if I couldn't marry you I wouldn't marry anybody. I am sorry for all the other little girls that can't marry you. You know lots of little girls, don't you?"
"Yes. But then you are my real sweetheart, you know."
"I'm glad. 'Cos you can't marry more than one, can you? I hope the other little girls won't cry, all the same."