Oh, Helen! where _is_ Mr.Graham; won't he hate your coming away from him ?' 'He's gone through a dream door too,' she said, 'to see Lucy.

Only he doesn't know he's really gone.

He'll think it's a dream, and he'll tell me about it when we both wake up.' 'When did you go to sleep ?' said Philip.
'At Brussels.

That telegram hasn't come yet.' 'I don't understand about time,' said Philip firmly, 'and I never shall.
I say, Helen, I was just looking for the _Lightning Loose_, to go off in her on a voyage of discovery and find Lucy.' 'I don't think you need,' she said; 'I met a parrot on the island just before I met you and it was saying poetry to itself.' 'It would be,' said Philip, 'if it was alive.

I'm glad it _is_ alive, though.