"I wonder," she said slowly.

"Peter, it's you that hate shams, not I.It's you that are brave, not I.I play with shams because I know they're shams, but I like playing with them.

But you are greater than I.You are not content with playing.

One of these days--oh, I don't know...." She broke off and looked away.
Peter gripped her hand tightly.

"Don't, little girl," he said.