"Well, how about you?" exclaimed Ridgwell. "Why, you look like a lovely fairy queen——"
"Course she does," said the Lion.
"Don't be silly, Ridgie," said Christine, severely.
"I'm not," asserted Ridgwell. "I've never seen you look like that. Perhaps," added Ridgwell, "these glittering orders we wear round our necks have something to do with it."
"You're right," said the Lion, "the priceless Order of Great
Imagination enables you to see everything that is beautiful as it
really is, and, of course, everything here is beautiful, so," added the
Lion logically, "why should you both be different from anything else?"
The Lion beckoned to one of the Dolphins.
"Here," said the Lion, as the Dolphin approached them, "hold up your burnished golden tray and let the boy see himself."
The Dolphin held up the polished tray and Ridgwell looked into it wonderingly.
"My goodness," said the Lion, "I thought girls were vain, but boys are worse!"
"That can't be me," said Ridgwell.