126 Make-Beleve

It was a beautiful song, if rather sad, and
the voice of the singer was clearer and
sweeter than anything Doris had ever
heard. She waited silently until the end
was reached, and then, before the applause
had died away, she turned to her friend.
“Tell me about it,” she said.

“T told you about the flowers and the
palms,” he said. ‘Well, you look away
over them and there’s an old garden, with
a young moon shining beyond a dark
hedge, and a few stars out. There's a
lonely tower in the garden, and at the
topmost window a beautiful lady.”

‘‘T know her,” whispered Doris.

_ “The lady is looking down into the
garden and she would like to go down, but
I don’t think the people in the tower will
ever let her. There’s a man in the garden
looking up at her window, and he knows
that she will never come down, nor he get
up to her, and yet he cannot help hoping.
I think the hardest part of it for him is
that he is not at all certain that she would