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. An' how do you want to work the
thing out?'
"'This way,' says I. 'You, Miguel--'
"'Jiguel,' says he.
"'The earl,' says I, not mindin' his interruption, 'an' me, your
noble earl-ess, will go to some good place or other--it don't
matter much jus' where, and whatever house we live in we'll call
our castle an' we'll consider it's got draw-bridges an'
portcullises an' moats an' secrit dungeons, an' we'll remember our
noble ancesters, an' behave accordin'.
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