'Tis where they lay them when the story's done.
Lily. What! lay the boys and girls?
Julian. Yes, my own child— To keep them warm till it begin again.
Lily. Is it dark down there?
[Clinging to JULIAN, and pointing down.]
Julian.
Yes, it is dark; but pleasant—oh, so sweet!
For out of there come all the pretty flowers.
Lily.
Did the church grow out of there, with the long stalk
That tries to touch the little frightened clouds?
Julian.
It did, my darling.—There's a door down there
That leads away to where the church is pointing.
[She is silent far some time, and keeps looking first down and
then up. JULIAN carries her away.]