"But I won't forget now ever."
From where they stood, the great blue fields rose into a hill. And on the top of the hill was a beautiful star, the largest of all.
"And what is that?" the little boy asked his new friend.
"The star that shone over the cradle in Bethlehem."
He begged her to let him go nearer, but she shook her head.
"Not tonight. Someday you'll see it very clearly."
He was disappointed at that.
"When can I?" he asked.
"I do not know--but someday you and all in the world will see it, when the Earth people are kind to each other--not once in a while, but every day--all the while--"
"Anyway," said Marmaduke, "I don't think that star is any prettier than Mother's. It's bigger but not prettier."