“Upon my word, Liz,” drawing the back of his hand across them, “I mean to be a good brother to you, and to prove that I know what I owe you. All I say is, that I hope you’ll control your fancies a little, on my account. I’ll get a school, and then you must come and live with me, and you’ll have to control your fancies then, so why not now? Now, say I haven’t vexed you.”

“You haven’t, Charley, you haven’t.”

“And say I haven’t hurt you.”

“You haven’t, Charley.” But this answer was less ready.

“Say you are sure I didn’t mean to. Come! There’s Mr. Headstone stopping and looking over the wall at the tide, to hint that it’s time to go. Kiss me, and tell me that you know I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She told him so, and they embraced, and walked on and came up with the schoolmaster.