“Everything is beautiful,” said little Sibyl, “everything in all the world, and I love you so much.”
“To be sure, darling, and so do Holman and I love you.”
“Whisper,” said Sibyl, “bend a little nearer, my voice gets so very tired. Have you kept your hundred pounds quite safe?”
“Yes, darling, but we won’t talk of money now.”
“Only,” said Sibyl, “when the gold comes from the mine you’ll be all right. Lord Grayleigh has wrote your name and Mr. Holman’s in his note-book, and he has promised that you are to get some of the gold. You’ll be able to have the shop in Buckingham Palace Road, and the children will come to you and buy your beautiful toys.” She paused here and her little face turned white.
“You must not talk any more, dearie,” said Mrs. Holman. “It’s all right about the gold and everything else. All we want is for you to get well.”
“I am getting well,” answered Sibyl, but as she said the words a curious expression came into her eyes.
“You know,” she said, as Mrs. Holman rose and took her hand before she went away, “that when we have wings we fly. I think my wings are coming; but oh, I love you, and you won’t forget me when you have your big shop in Buckingham Palace Road?”
“We will never forget you, dearie,” said Mrs. Holman, and then she stooped and kissed the child.