“And the young ladies—”
“And the young ladies?”
“They ran round, and cried, and—”
Jack was the dove that brought the olive-branch.
“Did they say where they were going?” I inquired, after one of those sweet waking dreams.
“Yes, Captain, they are going up the country to live.”
“Where—where?”
“I could not recollect the name—it was so strange.”
“Jalapa? Orizava? Cordova? Puebla? Mexico?”
“I think it was one of them, but I cannot tell which. I have forgotten it, Captain.”