the other
way
round?”
“Why, last
time it
was me
that went
travelling,
and you
that
stayed
behind.”
“So it
was!” And
here she
gave him a
last
scratch.
“But
you’ll be
busier
than
ever,” she
said; “no
spare time
to grieve
about me!”
She could
wound him,
and she
knew it.
Nobody
else
could.
That is
why she
did it.
But he
gave her
something
to
remember,
too. “Next
time,” he
said,
“neither
of us will
stay
behind.
We’ll both
