"Oh, yes, it's nicer then. And you can't play-fairy round our house because there ain't--there are _not_--any flowers. So I come here--there are such lots of pretty shadows--and nice smells. I pretend all the flowers come out from the garden and have a party. It's fun having the flowers, 'cause you can just _tell_ how they'll act. You know a tulip's going to be awful tall and proud and bow--like this! And a rose'll act shy, and a buttercup's pert. And a daisy's 'shamed 'cause her dress ain't better--I mean isn't. And a dandelion's awful bold. And a daffy-down-dilly--oh, _they're_ jolly!" "How perfectly delightful! Tell me more, Nonie. I believe you have a witch for a fairy grandmother!" Nonie giggled. "That's 'nother of my games. I've had that for a long time. She's coming some day and touch me with a wand and make me into a beautiful lady. And I'll go out and step into my carriage and a footman all shiny and white will say: 'To her Majesty's!' And I'll sit in the best parlor and drink chocolate and real whipped cream from cups with pink roses on 'em, and a page will say: '_Do_ have another piece of cake, your ladyship,' and--and I'll say, 'I couldn't hold another mouthful, thanks, I've had five!'" Nancy and Nonie laughed together. Then Nonie sighed. "Do any dreams ever come true? I mean the kind of things you sit and think about and want?" "Maybe, if you dream hard enough, Nonie," Nancy answered, soberly. "'Course I know _some_ of the things I pretend can't come true but maybe some will. Miss Denny told me they might. Only she said I'd have to make 'em. She's my teacher. I love her. I guess you're most as nice as she is. She gives me books and tells me when I say bad grammar. She says we must just think beautiful things and then put them into the right words--but it's hard! I forget awful easy. She don't--I mean, she does _not_--think I'm queer. Liz calls me 'loony!'" "Oh, _no_--Nonie," protested Nancy, "Liz just can't understand." "But _you_ do, don't you? Miss Denny did, too." Nonie was silent for a moment. "After I've learned a lot more I want to go out in the world with Davy and make a fortune. I don't know just how--but I want to do grand things. There's some places, ain't there--aren't there--that's so big folks wouldn't know we were Hopworths? Davy says he wants to go to sea and Liz says he'll come to no good end like Pa, but mebbe I can take him with me." She sighed. "It's awful long off 'til I grow up, though, I'm only twelve."