He said they was pleasant fictions, but I told him that if he didn't look out he'd hear 'em called by a good deal of a worse kind of a name than that.

The nex' mornin' he asked me what was my dream, an' I told him I didn't have exactly no dream about it, but my idea was to have somethin' real romantic for the rest of our bridal days.
"'Well,' says he, 'what would you like?
I had a dream, but it wasn't no ways romantic, and I'll jus' fall in with whatever you'd like best.' "'All right,' says I, 'an' the most romantic-est thing that I can think of is for us to make-believe for the rest of this trip.

We can make-believe we're anything we please, an' if we think so in real earnest it will be pretty much the same thing as if we really was.

We aint likely to have no chance ag'in of being jus' what we've a mind to, an' so let's try it now.' "'What would you have a mind to be ?' says he.
"'Well,' says I, 'let's be an earl an' a earl-ess.' "'Earl-ess'?
says he, 'there's no such a person.' "'Why, yes there is, of course,' I says to him.

'What's a she-earl if she isn't a earl-ess ?' "'Well, I don't know,' says he, 'never havin' lived with any of 'em, but we'll let it go at that.