"A—lot more,—lots an' lots,—oceans more?"
"Yes!"
The word was spoken, and, having uttered it, Anthea grew suddenly hot with shame, and mightily angry with herself, and would, straightway, have given the world to have it unsaid; the more so, as she felt Small Porges' clasp tighten joyfully, and, looking up, fancied she read something like triumph in his look.
She drew away from him, rather hastily, and rose to her feet.
"Come!" said she, speaking now in a vastly different tone, "it must be getting very late—"
"Yes, I s'pecks it'll soon be nine o'clock, now!" he nodded.
"Then you ought to be in bed, fast asleep instead of talking such—nonsense, out here. So—come along—at once, sir!"
"But, can't I stay up—jest a little while? You see—"
"No!"
"You see, it's such a—magnif'cent night! It feels as though—things might happen!"