Good Books

Silently as they had come they mounted the stairs, until, reaching the
topmost landing, they paused as by mutual consent.
"Poor little Hazel!" said Hermione very gently, "if only there were real
fairies to spirit her away to where the air is sweet and pure and
flowers grow for little hands to gather--the doctor told me it was her
only chance."
"Why, then of course she must have her chance!" said Ravenslee with a
sleepy nod.
"But, Mr. Geoffrey--how?"
"Well--er--the fairies--you said something about fairies spiriting--"
"The fairies!" said Hermione a little bitterly, "I guess they are too
busy over their own affairs to trouble about a poor, little, sick child;
besides, what fairy could possibly live five minutes in--Mulligan's?"
"Which leaves us," said Ravenslee thoughtfully, "which leaves us the
beautiful City of Perhaps. It is a wonderful thought, that!"
"But only a thought!" she sighed.
"Is it? Are you quite sure?"
"Well, isn't it?" she questioned wistfully.
"No!" he answered gravely, "the City of Perhaps is very, very real.


Pages:
165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189