112 Make-Beheve

a journey towards the distant horizon of a
great lonely tract of country. You might
fear for her, because of the unknown
dangers of the journey, were it not for the
courage in the serene grey eyes. With
the same eyes Doris looked out towards
the star as she renewed her tale.

“Every one is altogether happy up
there: even the older people have plenty
of pleasant things to do. You See, there
must be people to do things for the
children, and the old ones know _ that.
They are all very nice, and the children
simply go and ask them whatever they
want to know; and they grow wiser and
wiser by slow degrees, until, when it is
their turn to be old, they can tell the same
things to other children. So there is no
need of schools.”

“Do you know, Doris,” said the Visitor,
“there’s another song, which is wonder-
fully like what you have been saying. We
ought to be going back very soon, but it is _
not a very long song: