"I was thinking, Governor, that maybe I shall never go up here again."
"Well Winnie? —"
"I am very glad I can go this time. I am so much obliged to you for bringing me."
"Obliged to me, Winnie!"
He had placed himself behind his little sister, with one hand holding her lightly by each shoulder; and calm as his tone was, perhaps there came a sudden thought of words that he knew very well —
"There fairer flowers than Eden's bloom,
"Nor sin nor sorrow know;
"Blest seats! through rude and stormy seas
"I onward press to you." —
For he was silent, though his face wore no more than its ordinary gravity.
"Governor," said Winnie half turning her head round to him, "I wish these people were not all round here within hearing, so that we could sing. — I feel just like it."
"By and by, Winnie, I dare say we can."
"How soon do you think we shall get to Wut-a-qut-o."