He could hardly wait till to-morrow to see her again, he was so impatient.
How can I wait until you come to me?
The once fleet mornings linger by the way,
Their sunny smiles touched with malicious glee.
At my unrest they seem to pause and play,
Like truant children while I sigh and say,
How can I wait?
Meanwhile Jessie, really ill from fatigue and grief over her father’s unknown fate, rested until next day, her retirement enlivened by the visits of the ladies who vied with each other in their attentions and condolences, every one having fallen in love with the beautiful stranger.
They thought it most romantic that such a handsome pair as Laurier and Jessie should have been cast away together at sea.
“Such an incident should end most naturally in love and marriage,” declared Miss Chanler, who was a very romantic girl.