Gather ye rosebuds while ye may

'Not light-headed?' said my aunt. ¡¡¡¡'Light-headed, aunt!' I could only repeat this daring speculation with the same kind of feeling with which I had repeated the preceding question. ¡¡¡¡'Well, well!' said my aunt. 'I only ask. I don't depreciate her. Poor little couple! And so you think you were formed for one another, and are to go through a party-supper-table kind of life, like two pretty pieces of confectionery, do you, Trot?' ¡¡¡¡She asked me this so kindly,
and with such a gentle air, half playful and half sorrowful, that I was quite touched. ¡¡¡¡'We are young and inexperienced, aunt, I know,' I replied; 'and I dare say we say and think a good deal that is rather foolish. But we love one another truly, I am sure. If I thought Dora could ever love anybody else, or cease to love me; or that I could ever love anybody else, or cease to love her; I don't know what I should do - go out of my mind, I think!' ¡¡¡¡'Ah, Trot!' said my aunt, shaking her head, and smiling gravely; 'blind, blind, blind!'