Frank R. Stockton,
Kate Bonnet — XXVII
(1901)
“ Dickory hesitated for a moment. "The breeze from the forest," said he.She laughed. "It is charming," she said, "but there are so many places where there is just as good a breeze, or perhaps better. How I would like to go to some one of them! To me this island is lonely and doleful. Every time I look over the sea for a ship I hope that one will come that can carry us away.""Then," said Dickory, "I wish a ship would come to-morrow and take us all away together." ”
