"Wut-a-qut-o!" said Winnie; — "is Karen there? I thought
Shahweetah was sold."
"It isn't sold yet — it won't be till September — and Karen is there yet, keeping house with her brother Anderese."
"Anderese! — is old Anderese there?" said Winnie. "O I should like to go, Governor!" she said raising herself on her elbow. "Can we?"
"Yes, if you like. Hildebrand Cowslip is down here with his father's sloop — how would you like to go up in her?"
"In the sloop? — O how good!" said Winnie bringing her thin hands together. "Can we? But dear Governor, you can't be away?"
"Yes — just as well as not. There isn't much doing in August — everybody takes a resting time; and so you and I will, Winnie," said he, bending down to kiss her.
Winnie looked up at him gratefully and lovingly with her wistful large eyes, the more expressive from the setting of illness and weakness in the face.
"I'd like you to have a rest, dear Governor."
He stood stroking back the ringlets from the thin blue-veined temple.
"Wouldn't it do you good to see Wut-a-qut-o again?"