"The cows are coming tinkling home in the twilight—the green ducks swim under the willows. And they are longer and broader because of the lights and shadows. That's the way you saw them when you were six."
"By Jove," he said, staring, "I believe I did."
"So there's nothing queer about them to the children—you ought to see them listen when Jean tells them."
Jean—!
"She—she tells the children?"
"Yes. Charming stories. I am having them put in a little pamphlet to go with the toys."
"She's Dr. McKenzie's daughter, isn't she? I saw her last night at the play."
"Yes. Such a dear child. She is usually here in the afternoon."
He had hoped until then that Jean might be hidden in that rear room, locked up with the dolls in a drawer, tucked away in a box—he had a blank feeling of the futility of his tea-cup—
Then, suddenly, the gods being in a gay mood, Jean arrived!