"If you wish to go to Wut-a-qut-o, Miss Elizabeth," he said, "my friend Mrs. Nettley will go with you and stay with you, till you have made other arrangements. I can answer for her kindness of heart, and unobtrusive manners, and good sense. Would you like her for a companion?"
"I would like anybody — that you can recommend."
"My friend Cowslip's little sloop sets sail for the neighbourhood of Wut-a-qut-o this evening."
"Oh thank you! —Will she take us?"
"If you wish it."
"Oh thank you! —"
"Would you not be better to wait till to-morrow? — I can make the sloop wait."
"Oh no, let us go," said Elizabeth rising. "But your friend is very good — your friend who is going with me, I mean."
"Mrs. Nettley. But you need not move yet — rest while you can."
"Rest!" — said Elizabeth. And tears said what words did not.