"But, Mr. Geoffrey—how?"
"Well—er—the fairies—you said something about fairies spiriting—"
"The fairies!" said Hermione a little bitterly, "I guess they are too busy over their own affairs to trouble about a poor, little, sick child; besides, what fairy could possibly live five minutes in—Mulligan's?"
"Which leaves us," said Ravenslee thoughtfully, "which leaves us the beautiful City of Perhaps. It is a wonderful thought, that!"
"But only a thought!" she sighed.
"Is it? Are you quite sure?"
"Well, isn't it?" she questioned wistfully.
"No!" he answered gravely, "the City of Perhaps is very, very real."
"What do you mean?"
Once again their hands touched in the shadow, but this time his fingers closed upon her hand, the hand that held the medicine bottle, drawing her nearer in the dimness of that dingy landing.