“And it’s all padded with cotton wool.”
When she said that, she stood up with her face all beaming with smiles, and she laid it in my hands.
Then I did what I had wanted to do from the very first moment I saw her. I took her little face in my hands and I kissed the soft, warm, wrinkled cheeks.
“When I was very unhappy,” said I, “I used to entertain what is called a belief in fairies. Now that I know what it is to be happy, I find them. It’s a very different thing.”
XI
THE FLOWER BEAUTIFUL
XI
THE FLOWER BEAUTIFUL