"It doesn't matter if they're real or not," said Elaine. "You couldn't tell the difference."
They came to the top of the incline into a parklike place, where the grass was cut so closely and looked so velvety that he wondered for a moment if it were really grass.
"It is," Elaine told him.
"You catch everything I think," he said. "Isn't - "
"Everything," said Elaine.
"Then I mustn't think."
"Oh, but we want you to," she told him. "That is part of it."
"Part of what you got me for?"
"Exactly," said the girl.
In the middle of the parklike area was a sort of pagoda, a flimsy thing that seemed to be made out of light and shadow rather than anything with substance, and all around it were a half a dozen people.