"What?"
"Love her."
"Good-night," I said, and got up to go to my room.
The next forenoon Bess and I started out to see the sights. She had come down to breakfast looking as fresh as could be; and when I asked her how she felt, she said that she didn't waken up once all night. I certainly was surprised,—and yet I had just about half expected it; for she was so confident that I sort of caught it, and would have been disappointed if she had been worsted. I got into such an odd state of mind about her affairs, for I kind of expected both ways, when she met one of her stone walls; and if I had been talking to any one about it, I would have said:—"It's exactly what I expected;—but I'm surprised, just the same," and I began taking about as much interest as if I had been in it myself.
Well, that day we went to the Art Institute, and some of the stores, and wound up at the Museum and stayed there until the doors closed. I think we'd have stayed until morning if they'd have let us. I never saw so many things that were downright interesting, in all my life put together.
