"
"So it is!"
"And my inamorata, Surry! I wonder if she is still there?"
"Inamorata? What is her other name?"
Tom laughed, and began to sing in his gayest voice,
"Oh, Katy! Katy!
Don't marry any other;
You'll break my heart, and kill me dead,
And then be hanged for murder!"
"That is answer enough," I said, laughing.
"Suppose we go and see if they are still alive," Tom said, blushing;
"ten minutes will take us to the house."
In fact, I saw across the fields, embowered in foliage, the hospitable
mansion in which we had eaten the famous supper, on the route to
Pennsylvania.
"It is risky," I said, hesitating.
"But pleasing," retorted Tom, with a laugh.
And I saw, from his flushed face, that he had set his heart on the
visit.
That conquered me. I never could refuse Tom Herbert any thing; and we
were soon cantering toward the house.
Leaving our horses in a little grove, near the mansion, in order that
they might not attract the attention of any of the enemy's vedettes, we
hastened up the steps.
As we reached the door, it opened, and Miss Katy Dare, the heroine of
Tom's dreams, very nearly precipitated herself into our arms.
"Oh, I am so glad to see you!" she exclaimed, with her auburn ringlets
dancing, her eyes sparkling,--and taking care to look at _me_ as she
uttered the words.
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