"The past is beginning
to seem like a bad, bad dream and I feel a great hope, a great
gladness. I am reborn, O'Rail-ye."
"A few hours more and we can all breathe easy." He smiled down at
her. She laid her small palm over his fingers which grasped the
steering-oar, whereupon he cried with pretended sternness: "Avast
there! Don't distract the attention of the skipper or he'll sail
his boat in circles. Look out or he'll send you below."
Rosa persisted mutinously, so he punished her with a kiss planted
fairly upon her pouting lips, whereupon she nestled closer to him.
"How much I love you," she whispered. "But I never can tell you,
for we are never alone. Was there ever such a courtship, such a
marriage, and such a wedding journey as ours?"
"We're the owl and the pussy-cat who went to sea in a beautiful
pea-green boat, 'With plenty of honey and lots of money, wrapped
up in a ten-pound note.' Some day when we've settled down in our
Harlem flat, and I'm working hard, we'll look back on this and
consider it romantic, thrilling. Maybe we'll long for excitement."
"Not I," Rosa shivered. "To be safe, to have you all to myself
where I can spoil you, that will be excitement enough."
"We'll rent that little apartment I looked at, or one just like
it."
"But, O'Rail-ye, we're rich."
"I--I'd forgotten that.
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