"Good-bye, good Sister," he said. "I have been back in my childhood again, and God knows that is both pleasant and good for one."
"And it is funny that you should say so," said Leena, smiling through her tears; "for when we were children you were never happy except in thinking of when you should be a man."
"And there sit your children, just where we used to play," said Peter Paul.
"They are blowing dandelion clocks," said Leena, and she called them.
"Come and bid Uncle Peter good-bye."
He kissed them both.
"Well, what o'clock is it?" said he. The boy gave one mighty puff and dispersed his fairy clock at a breath.
"One o'clock," he cried stoutly.
"One, two, three, four o'clock," said the girl. And they went back to their play.
And Leena stood by them, with Mother's old sun-hat on her young head, and watched Peter Paul's figure over the flat pastures till it was an indistinguishable speck.