"Why, of course," nodded Ravenslee, "because it is the most beautiful City that ever happened, I guess!"
"Oh, it is!" cried the child, "shall I tell you?"
"Please do, Princess."
"Well, it's all made of crystal an' gold, an' every one's happy there and never sick—oh, never! An' all the children can have ices an' cream sodas whenever they want an' lovely doll-carriages with rubber on the wheels an'—an' everything's just lovely. Of course every one's daddy's got lots an' heaps an' piles of money, so they never get behind with the rent an' never have to set up all night stitching an' stitching like mumsey an' Hermy have to sometimes. An' I'm Princess Somebody, an' Hermy's Princess Nobody, an' we're on our ways through the valley of gloom, trying to find the beautiful City of Perhaps—but oh, it's awful hard to find!" she ended, with a weary little sigh.
"And yet, Princess, I'm sure we shall find it."
"We? Oh, are you coming too, Prince?" cried the child joyfully.
"To be sure I am!" nodded Ravenslee.
"Oh, goody, I'm glad—so glad, 'cause I know we shall find it now!"
"Why?"
"Well," answered the child, looking at him with her big, wistful eyes, "'cause you look like you could find it, somehow. You see, Prince, you've got grey eyes so brave an' true—an' you're big an' strong an' could carry me an' Hermy over the thorny places when we get very, very tired—couldn't you?"