"I suppose it is right," said Pollypod, with her hands clasped in her lap, where the flowers had fallen loose. She looked into his face as she spoke.
"Yes, little one, it is right."
"And Lily's mother is there, although I can't see her."
She gazed earnestly, at the clouds for a few moments before she spoke again. "I want to know!" she then said. "Everybody who dies is not old."
"Some die young. God wants them."
"I hope God won't want me till I'm old, for I want to grow up to be a woman—"
"And then, little maid?"
"And then you shall marry me," said Pollypod, coming down to earth, and placing her hand in that of her companion. "I'll be your little wife."
"That's a bargain," said Felix merrily; "we're sweethearts from now."
"You ought to kiss me," said the forward little maid; and after being kissed, she fell to bunching her buttercups and daisies together.