Now they are like the things you wish for, and in the summer they are like the things you get; and the things you get are never half as nice as the things you wish for." This was too subtle for Christopher.

"I like them best with the leaves on; but anyhow they are nicer to look at than the chimneys that we see from our house.

You can't think how gloomy it is for your rooms to look out on nothing but smoke and chimneys and furnaces.

When you go to bed at night it's all red, and when you get up in the morning it's all black." "I should like to live in a house like that.

I love the smoke and the chimneys and the furnaces--they are all so big and strong and full of life; and they make you think." "What on earth do they make you think about ?" Elisabeth's gray eyes grew dreamy.