Oh you go to sleep. What have you got to do about that?
I only wanted to know Mr. Wallace’s given name. Tell me that, and then you can go to sleep again.
And if I refuse, what then?
Then you will be very unlady-like, said Amy.
This stung Cora, and she replied:
His name is Walter Wallace, and he came from a place they call Callicoon.
Amy sprang from the bed and ran into the old man’s room followed by Cora.
Look out for that girl! She is mad—crazy—insane! She is as mad as a march hare! She wants me to tell her the name of every-body on the ship! Look at her eyes—see her bosom swell! I tell you she has lost her reason.
Little bird, said the old man, placing his hand on her head and looking into her eyes, tell me what causes this emotion?