Jean pondered. "I wonder if a big house is ever really a home?"
"Not ours. Mother tried to make it—but it has always been a sort of museum with Dad's collections."
"Do you think that some day we could have a little house?"
"We can have whatever you want." His smile warmed her.
"Wouldn't you want it, Derry?"
"If you were in it."
"Let's talk about it, and plan it, and put dream furniture in it, and dream friends—"
"More Lovely Dreams?"
"Well, something like that—a House o' Dreams, Derry, without any gold dragons or marble balls or queer porcelain things; just our own bits of furniture and china, and a garden, and Muffin and Polly Ann—" Her eyes were wistful.
"You shall have it now if you wish."