Joan was tired.

The day had been long and filled with amazements.

She was out in the world at last.
Realization had exceeded expectation for the first time in history.
The sand-man had been busy with Martin's eyes too, but he led the way into the dining room with shoulders square and chin high and spring in his blood.

This was home indeed.
"What a tempting little supper!" said Joan.

"And just look at all these flowers." They were everywhere, lilacs and narcissi, daffodils, violets and hothouse roses.