I've always been expecting things to be more wonderful than they ever have been.

You get sort of hints and nudges, you know.

Fairy tales--yes, and dreams, you can't help feeling they must mean _something_.

And your sister and my daddy; the two of them being such friends when they were little, and then parted and then getting friends again;--_that's_ like a story in a dream, isn't it?
And your building the city and me helping.

And my daddy being such a dear darling and your sister being such a darling dear.