Mrs. Fane had turned her face to the sunset again.
“Is that all?” Michael asked.
“That’s all.”
“Was they happy ever afterwards?”
“Very happy—too happy.”
“Are they happy now?”
“Very happy—too happy.”
“Did they live in a castle?”
“Sometimes, and sometimes they lived in a beautiful ship and went sailing away to the most beautiful cities in the world.”
“Can’t Michael go with you?” he asked.