“Of course, we know it wasn’t really true,” said Felicity.
“Well, I don’t know,” said the Story Girl thoughtfully. “I think there are two kinds of true things—true things that ARE, and true things that are NOT, but MIGHT be.”
“I don’t believe there’s any but the one kind of trueness,” said Felicity. “And anyway, this story couldn’t be true. You know there was no such thing as a god Pan.”
“How do you know what there might have been in the Golden Age?” asked the Story Girl.
Which was, indeed, an unanswerable question for Felicity.
“I wonder what became of the beautiful stone?” said Cecily.
“Likely Aglaia swallowed it,” said Felix practically.
“Did Glaucon and Aglaia ever get married?” asked Sara Ray.
“The story doesn’t say. It stops just there,” said the Story Girl. “But of course they did. I will tell you what I think. I don’t think Aglaia swallowed the stone. I think it just fell to the ground; and after awhile they found it, and it turned out to be of such value that Glaucon could buy all the flocks and herds in the valley, and the sweetest cottage; and he and Aglaia were married right away.”
“But you only THINK that,” said Sara Ray. “I’d like to be really sure that was what happened.”