"Does he wash his face?" interrupted Marmaduke, "just like real people?"
"Yes, he rubs cloud lather all over it, and then he dips his face in the bowl of the ocean."
"How does he dry it?"
"Oh, the morning wind does that," she replied, smiling at such a parade of questions, "but let's go before he starts to wash up, for I must show you all the star fields. It's only a few steps up."
"But I don't see any steps," exclaimed the little boy.
She smiled.
"Don't you?" she said, "you've been climbing them all the time."
"But it's such a long way to come, and my legs don't feel a bit tired," he persisted, a little doubtfully.
"Oh, no one ever gets tired in the skies," she explained, "we never get tired and we never grow old."