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“
When
you
were
young
?
”
“
Yes
,
when
I
was
young
.
Do
I
seem
very
old
to
you
,
Paul
?
”
“
Do
you
know
,
I
can
’
t
make
up
my
mind
about
that
,
”
said
Paul
confidentially
.
“
Your
hair
looks
old
.
.
.
I
never
knew
a
young
person
with
white
hair
.
But
your
eyes
are
as
young
as
my
beautiful
teacher
’
s
when
you
laugh
.
I
tell
you
what
,
Miss
Lavendar
”
.
.
.
Paul
’
s
voice
and
face
were
as
solemn
as
a
judge
’
s
.
.
.
“
I
think
you
would
make
a
splendid
mother
.
You
have
just
the
right
look
in
your
eyes
.
.
.
the
look
my
little
mother
always
had
.
I
think
it
’
s
a
pity
you
haven
’
t
any
boys
of
your
own
.
”
“
I
have
a
little
dream
boy
,
Paul
.
”
“
Oh
,
have
you
really
?
How
old
is
he
?
”
“
About
your
age
I
think
.
He
ought
to
be
older
because
I
dreamed
him
long
before
you
were
born
.
But
I
’
ll
never
let
him
get
any
older
than
eleven
or
twelve
;
because
if
I
did
some
day
he
might
grow
up
altogether
and
then
I
’
d
lose
him
.
”
“
I
know
,
”
nodded
Paul
.
“
That
’
s
the
beauty
of
dream
-
people
.
.
.
they
stay
any
age
you
want
them
.
You
and
my
beautiful
teacher
and
me
myself
are
the
only
folks
in
the
world
that
I
know
of
that
have
dream
-
people
.
Isn
’
t
it
funny
and
nice
we
should
all
know
each
other
?
But
I
guess
that
kind
of
people
always
find
each
other
out
.
Grandma
never
has
dream
-
people
and
Mary
Joe
thinks
I
’
m
wrong
in
the
upper
story
because
I
have
them
.
But
I
think
it
’
s
splendid
to
have
them
.
YOU
know
,
Miss
Lavendar
.
Tell
me
all
about
your
little
dream
-
boy
.
”
“
He
has
blue
eyes
and
curly
hair
.
He
steals
in
and
wakens
me
with
a
kiss
every
morning
.
Then
all
day
he
plays
here
in
the
garden
.
.
.
and
I
play
with
him
.
Such
games
as
we
have
.
We
run
races
and
talk
with
the
echoes
;
and
I
tell
him
stories
.
And
when
twilight
comes
.
.
.
”
“
I
know
,
”
interrupted
Paul
eagerly
.
“
He
comes
and
sits
beside
you
.
.
.
SO
.
.
.
because
of
course
at
twelve
he
’
d
be
too
big
to
climb
into
your
lap
.
.
.
and
lays
his
head
on
your
shoulder
.
.
.
SO
.
.
