“And their garments are green?”
“As green as grass.”
“And they blow little horns?”
“The sweetest little horns!”
“I think I see them,” I cried.
“We think we see them too,” said the tiny boys, laughing in perfect glee.
“And you hear their horns, don't you?” my little godchild asked somewhat anxiously.
“Don't we hear their horns?” I asked the tiny boys.
“We think we hear their horns,” they cried. “Don't you think we do?”
“It must be we do,” I said. “Aren't we very, very happy?”