“I’m glad. I didn’t mean to go to sleep, but I did sleep, somehow——”
“I haven’t been asleep. I couldn’t——”
“Why not?”
“It’s so much pleasanter to be awake.”
“I think so, too, but then I dreamed, Phil.”
“Pleasant dreams?”
“Oh, beautiful ones, full of demigods and things.”
“What things?”
“Enchanted broughams. Oh, how did it happen, Phil?”