"I am not the least bit in the world, Winnie."
"I wish you had everything in the world that would give you pleasure!" she said, looking at him wistfully, with a vague unselfish consciousness that it might not all be for hers.
"That would be too much for any man's share, Winnie. You would make a Prince in a fairy tale of me."
"Well, what if I would?" said Winnie, half smiling, half sighing, and paying him all sort of leal homage in her heart's core.
"That is not commonly the lot of those who are to reign hereafter in a better kingdom."
Winnie rose up a little so that she could put both hands on his shoulders, and kissed him on forehead and cheeks; most loving kisses.
"But dear Governor, it isn't wrong for me to wish you to have both things, is it?"
"I hope not, dear Winnie. I don't think your wishes will do any mischief. But I am content to be here to-day."
"Are you? do you enjoy it?" she asked eagerly.
"Very much."