"But might I of Jove's nectar sip
I would not change----."
"Helloa! Good morning, Thora! Is that Aunt Margret?"
From, behind the bulwark of the door ajar, with one eye and two curl papers visible in three inches of opening, Aunt Margret answered that it was, and told Oscar, as he lifted Thora to the saddle, to take care of her child and deliver her safely to Magnus.
Oscar laughed a little jauntily, and answered--not, she thought, with too much conviction--
"That'll be all right, auntie. Good-by!"
"Good-by!"
"Good-by, Aunt Margret!"
"Good-by, Thora! And remember!"
At the next moment the two young people had disappeared in the mists of morning, amid a cavalcade of similar shadows dying off in the same direction. Half an hour afterward the sun had risen and the little capital was going merrily.
II