"Will you come with me?"
"I've no objection. I'm going home to-morrow, and I'd just as lief have you for an escort as any one else."
"Then you are not going to be married to Sir George Stuart, Gipsy?" exclaimed Archie, eagerly.
"Why, not just now, I think."
"Gipsy, would you marry me?"
"Well, I wouldn't mind, if nobody better offers."
"Oh, Gipsy! be serious; don't laugh at me now. You know you promised, when a little girl, to be my little wife. Will you, dear Gipsy?"
"There—gracious me! you're treading on Sambo's toes."
A howl from an unfortunate black pug dog testified to the truth of this remark.
"Men are such awkward creatures! Poor Sambo! did he hurt you?" said Gipsy, stooping and caressing the ugly little brute.