“What is that?” asked the Child.
The Storyist looked down at her very tenderly.
“Love,” she said.
And after that, little Dear-My-Love, people often wondered that she was such a thoughtful Child and tried so hard to make everybody comfortable. But you know why.
Here endeth the Story of The Child and The Dream, by Marion Cook, as done by The Metropolitan Press
Transcriber’s Note:
Punctuation and spelling inaccuracies were silently corrected.