Which do you want to ketch
most, Molly, a iceberg or a whale?" His eager eyes demanded instant
decision on my part of the nature of capture I preferred. My mind
quickly reverted to those two ponderous and intense epistles I had got
within the hour and I lay back in my chair and laughed until I felt
almost merry.
"The iceberg, Billy, every time," I said at last. "I just can't manage
whales, especially if they are ardent, which word means hot. I like
_icebergs_, or I think I should if I could catch one."
"I don't believe you could, Molly, but maybe Doc will let you put a rope
and a long hook in his trunk to try with if your clothes go into mine.
His is a heap the biggest anyway and Nurse Tilly said he oughter put my
things in his, but I cried and then he went up-stairs and got out that
little one for me. Come see 'em!"
"What do you mean, Billy?" I asked, while a sudden fear shot all over me
like lightning. "You're just playing go-away, aren't you?"
"No, I ain't playing, Molly!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Me and you and
Doc is a-going across the ocean for a long, long time away from here.
Doc ast me about it this morning and I told him all right and you could
come with us, if you was good.
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