EIGHTH DAY.
On the afternoon of the eighth day George Morris and Katherine Earle stood together on the deck of the tender, looking back at the huge steamship which they had just left.
"When we return," he said, "I think we shall choose this ship."
"Return?" she answered, looking at him.
"Why, certainly; we are going back, are we not?"
"Dear me," she replied, "I had not thought of that. You see, when I left America I did not intend to go back."
"Did you not? I thought you were only over here for the trip."
"Oh, no. I told you I came on business, not on pleasure."
"And did you intend to stay over here?"
"Certainly."
"Why, that's strange; I never thought of that."
"It is strange, too," said Katherine, "that I never thought of going back."
"And—and," said the young man, "won't you go?"
She pressed his arm, and stood motionless.
"'Where thou goest, I will go. Thy people shall be my people.'"
