
Papa! Look! One side of that big cloud is the color of mercury; the other side is gold. And the little one on the right is a cream-colored rose!
Yes, Moppet.
And there! Those weeds look like snowballs with flecks of green glitter inside. Do you see that? Do you?
Oh, Moppet, your imagination tires me, Papa says, only to himself.
Papa! We could ride for miles across this snow, passing icebergs on sleighs painted with flowers!
Now Papa watches his daughter slip into her husband’s arms knowing he is blessed with a woman who will change his world.