"For shame, Miss Benette! you will never grow old, I believe."
"Oh, yes, I shall; but I do not mind, it will be like a summer to grow old."
"I am sure it will!" I cried, with an enthusiasm that seemed to surprise her, so unconscious was she ever of any effect she had.
"But I shall grow old too; and there is not so very much difference between us. So then I shall seem your age; and, Miss Benette, when I do grow up, will you be my friend?"
"Always, Master Auchester, if you still wish it. And in my heart I do believe that friends are friends forever."
The sweet smile she gave me, the sweeter words she spoke, were sufficient to assure me I should not be forgotten; and it was all I wished, for then my heart was fixed upon my future.
"But you will not be going to-morrow, I suppose?"
"No, I wish I were."
"So do I."