“Yes?” prompted Miss Phyllisy.
“You know, Taffy had a young heart? It seems to me, he must have been always.”
That kept everybody silent for a moment, thinking about it. Then Pat’s voice came from among the pillows in the dusky corner of the couch: “Well—I hope to goodness he’ll like us!”
“I don’t see how he could help it,” said the Princess.
EPILOGUE
Come back, Little Katharines, still for a time to our glamour-world,
Ere our ship’s prow touches the daylight shore,
And her sails are furled.
The sun has gone on his way o’er the mountain’s rim;
The mighty Earth-shadow creeps slowly up from the East,