eleven in the morning
But I 'd rather burn forever than not tell you how happy your letter made me , dear Bart . It is that Grimshaw trouble that is keeping us apart . On the third of June , 1844 , we shall both be twenty-one -- and I suppose that we can do as we please then . The day is a long way off , but I will agree to meet you that day at eleven in the morning under the old pine on the river where I met you that day and you told me that you loved me . If either or both should die our souls will know where to find each other . If you will solemnly promise , write these words and only these to my mother -- Amour omnia vincit , but do not sign your name . `` SALLY . ''