Even if it had been broad daylight and people looking, I'd have put her ring on her at that. But it was dark, in a park of trees and benches—just like Central Park.
"With this ring," says I, "I thee guard from all evil."
"But there is no evil," said she. "The world's all new; it's been given a fresh start. There's no evil. The apple's back on the tree of knowledge. Eden's come back—and it's spring in Eden."
"And among other items," says I, "that we've invoiced for Sydney is a python thirty feet long."
"Look!" says she.
A girl sat against one of the stems of a banyan, and a Tommy lay on his back with his head in her lap. She was playing with his hair. You could just see them for the dark.
"'And they lived on the square like a true married pair,'" says I.
"Can't people be naughty and good?" says she.
"No," says I; "good and naughty only."