"But why not ?" "Why not indeed ?" he laughed.

"It must be very plain sailing." Decidedly she was, as Nanda had said, an angel, and there was a wonder in her possession on this footing of one of the most expressive little faces that even her expressive race had ever shown him.

Formed to express everything, it scarce expressed as yet even a consciousness.

All the elements of play were in it, but they had nothing to play with.

It was a rest moreover, after so much that he had lately been through, to be with a person for whom questions were so simple.