You must go right on to the _Massassippi_, and enter lands enough for us all.

Enter them in Kate's name, and they'll be secure.

As soon as you've fixed that business, write on, say where you are, and we'll be down upon you, bag and baggage, in no time and less." "Oh, dear father--this is so good of you!" "Pshaw, get away, minx! I don't like kisses _jest_ after supper; it takes the taste all out of my mouth of what I've been eating." Forrester was loud in his acknowledgments, and sought by eulogistic professions to do away the ill effect of all that he might have uttered in the previous conversation; but the old man cut him short with his wonted querulousness:-- "Oh, done with your blarney, boy! 'It's all my eye and Betty Martin!' Won't you go in and take supper?
There's something left, I reckon." But Forrester had now no idea of eating, and declined accordingly, alleging his determination to set off immediately upon his route--a determination which the old man highly approved of.
"You are right, Mark--move's the word, and the sooner you go about it the better.

Here's my hand on your bargain, and good-by--I reckon you'll have something more to say to Kate, and I suppose you don't want me to help you in saying it--so I leave you.

She's used to the way; and, if she's at all afraid, you can easily see her home." With a few more words the old man took his departure, leaving the young people as happy now as he had before found them sad and sorrowful.