By recreating the commonest
things, she found a star in each. And her world was made up of
neighbours--for 'every letter that one writes begins with
_dear_!'
The Pattern matured marvellously before his eyes; and its delicate
embroideries, far out of sight, seemed the arabesques that yearnings,
hitherto unfulfilled, had traced long long ago with the brush of
tender thinking. Together, though at opposite ends of the world, these
two had woven the great Net of sympathy, thought, and longing in which
at last they both were prisoners ... and with them all the earth.
The figure of Jane Anne loomed before him like an ogress suddenly.
'Cousinenry, _will_ you answer or will you _not_? Daddy's already
asked you twenty times at least!' Then, below her breath, as she bent
over him, 'The Little Countess will think you awf'ly rude if you go to
sleep and snore like this.'
He looked up. He felt a trifle dazed. For a moment he had forgotten
where he was. How dark the room had grown! Only--he was sure he had
not snored.
'I beg your pardon,' he stammered, 'but I was only thinking--how
wonderful you--how wonderful it all is, isn't it? I was listening. I
heard perfectly.'
'You were dozing,' whispered Monkey. 'Daddy wants the Countess to tell
you how she knew the story long ago, or something.
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