“Inamorata? What is her other name?”
Tom laughed, and began to sing in his gayest voice,
“Oh, Katy! Katy!
Don’t marry any other;
You’ll break my heart, and kill me dead,
And then be hanged for murder!”
“That is answer enough,” I said, laughing.
“Suppose we go and see if they are still alive,” Tom said, blushing; “ten minutes will take us to the house.”
In fact, I saw across the fields, embowered in foliage, the hospitable mansion in which we had eaten the famous supper, on the route to Pennsylvania.
“It is risky,” I said, hesitating.
“But pleasing,” retorted Tom, with a laugh.
And I saw, from his flushed face, that he had set his heart on the visit.
That conquered me. I never could refuse Tom Herbert any thing; and we were soon cantering toward the house.