I have had such a dleam ...'
'What?'
'I dleamed that I saw two little boys of the same age--only I could not
see their faces, I never can see anybody's face, only yours and mine,
mine and yours always--of the same age--playing in a wood....'
'Ah, I hope that one of them was not called Cain, my poor girl.'
'Not at all! neither of them! Suppose I tell a stoly, and say that one
was called Caius and the other Tibelius, or one John and the other
Jesus?'
'Ah. Well, tell me the _dleam_....'
'Now you do not deserve.'
'Well, what will you do to-day?'
'I? It is a lovely day ... have you nice weather in England?'
'Very.'
'Well, between eleven and twelve I will go out and gather Spling-flowers
in the park, and cover the salon deep, deep. Wouldn't you like to be
here?'
'Not I.'
'You would!'
'Why should I? I prefer England.'
'But Flance is nice too: and Flance wants to be fliends with England,
and is waiting, oh waiting, for England to come over, and be fliends.
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