Rapture. Oblivion. An endless embrace.
"Can't you send that object for food?" said Jack, pointing to the Eyesore.
"I daren't speak to him," answered Marjolaine, with a little shiver of dislike. "He always turns out to be somebody else. Jack! if you 'll be good, I 'll get it myself!"
"Angel! But make haste! I'm starving!"
"If you hear me singing, look out of the window," whispered Marjolaine, kissing her hand to him. And with that she ran lightly into her own house, and Jack retired to wait with what patience he could muster.
"And now, what is the next thing to do?" asked Basil, rising and leading Barbara towards the house.
"We must tell Ruth," said Barbara, with a sound practical idea of clinching the matter. There should be no mistake this time.
"Yes! at once!" cried Basil, nobly. "Oh!" he exclaimed, with a burst of grateful sentiment, "I 'll buy Doctor Johnson a golden chain!"
Barbara's pretty head was reposing affectionately on his shoulder. "And I 'll wear it for him. The dear bird."
"The dear, dear bird!" they repeated in melodious unison.