She was too tired to smile.
"I kept dreaming, mamma, that my hair was two big honey-colored braids all wound up with pearls, like Marguerite's picture in Stories of the Operas."
"Go to sleep, Lilly, like a good child. Our girl has got too much sense to fill her head up with such nonsense."
"No, no, papa, I won't have common sense. I want to ride up to meet the sun, like the princess in—"
"She wants to what? Are you sure her fever is gone, Carrie?"
"Nonsense! It is stuff she reads in her fairy tales. Yes, darling, anything you want."
"You know, mamma—pearls—in my hair—"
"Yes, yes, darling. Sh-h-h!"
"Mamma?"
"Yes."