Katie drew a long breath.
"Well," said she, "I think you must be a true friend."
"I'd rather be here with you," persisted Harry, "than anywhere in the world without you."
"If only your passage-way ran outside the building, wouldn't it be nice?" said Katie. "Why, we might pop out now, and away we would go, and no one a bit the wiser."
"And where would you like me to take you?"
"Where? Oh, anywhere!"
"But where in particular?"
"Oh, I don't care. I like Madrid very well, or London; but it's too rainy there and foggy."
"Should you like Barcelona?" inquired Harry, tenderly.
"I dare say, though I've never been there. But I don't half know what I'm talking about, and I think I've been mixing up my dreams with real life; and you come so into the middle of a dream that it seems like a continuation of it; and I'm not sure but that this is a dream. I'm pinching myself too, all the time, and it hurts, so that I think I must be awake. But, all the same, you really mean what you say?"