"Don't you see? It's grand! I'll come and see him often--every
day--twice a day. If he 's out, I can sit under the elm and wait for
him--with you. Oh! are n't you glad?"
"I'm very glad you 've found your old friend," she answered demurely.
"What's to-day?"
"Quintidi. Fifth Prairial. Year Thirteen--" she replied without
thinking.