Never mind that; they were both young and buoyant with hope just now--
in short, Will felt his love so strong that he was sure it could bridge
the whole distance from China to that dread attic in Paradise Row, and
surround Bet's heart and life with a halo which would make all things
endurable to her; and Bet's love was also so strong--for it was a way
of hers when she gave her heart to give it absolutely--that she too
was certain that the golden chain of affection would reach from Paradise
Row to China, and that, though outwardly divided, she and her brave
sailor-mate would in reality still be together.
"You look out for the moon, Bet," Will had said to her. "The bonny
moon will be shining on you and on me jest at the same minute; and the
stars too, for that matter. Why, when one comes to think of it, we'll
have a crowd of things in common still, sweetheart, although we has
got to say good bye for a time."
In short, these young folks were in paradise just now. They were as
poor as poor could be, and not an individual who heard of their
relations to each other would have envied them; but love, which very
often fails to appear on the threshold of what the world considers a
great match, was shedding quite a golden glory over these two at the
present moment.
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