"An' can I pick a rose t' kiss sometimes?"
"As many as you like."
"Oh!" sighed the child rapturously, nestling within his arm, "isn't that just—fine! I guess this sure is the Beautiful City of Perhaps, after all!"
"I wonder?"
"Oh, but I'm sure it is—now th' gentleman's gone I just know it is!"
"What makes you so sure?"
"Everything! 'Cause you see, Prince, my daddy don't have t' be away all day any more. An' mumsey don't have t' sew late, nights, any more. An' when we came into the cute little house where we live—there was the doll that says 'mamma' jest waitin' f' me. An' there was a big box o' candies, an' a doll carriage with real rubber on th' wheels—jest like we used to talk about. So you see this must be Perhaps at last, an' I'm so—so happy—only—" Hazel sighed.
"Only what?"
"I do wish Hermy could find her way here too; she used t' be so tired sometimes."
"You mean that you would like to find Princess Nobody, I guess."