And how was he to know that there were other heavenly things to happen? She had resolved that if Derry came, she would tell her father afterwards. But he might not come, so what was the use of being premature?
She sallied down to the Toy Shop in high feather. "You are to stay with us, Emily."
"Oh, am I? How do you know that I can make it convenient?"
"But you will, darling."
Jean's state of mind was beatific. She painted Lovely Dreams with a touch of inspiration which resulted in a row of purple camels: "Midnight on the Desert," Jean called them.
"Oh, Emily," she said, "we must have them in the window on Christmas morning, with the Wise Men and the Star—"
Emily, glancing at the face above the blue apron, was struck by the radiance of it.
"Is it because Hilda is away?" she asked.
"Is what—?"
"Your—rapture."