"We shall find her where we are going. Do you know where we are going, Georgie?"
"Course I do. We're goin' to London to see the Queen. I wish we would soon be there!"
"So we shall, Georgie."
"In a minute?"
"No, not in a minute; we have to go in the train first. Have you ever seen a real train, Georgie?"
"No, never. I know I haven't," Georgie averred. "You are kind to take me in one! I do love you, I say!"
"Do you, darling?"
"Yes, really. I love you bestest in the world. I know I do!"
They were entering Lakenhall, and it was quite dark in the fly; but now Georgie knew that Gwynneth was crying, for she was kissing him at the same time, and as he never had been kissed before.
"And you always will, Georgie—you always will?"