They like only children for playfellows.

I am afraid the Twin Sailors will never again come to you in the pearly, enchanted boat with the sail of moonshine; and the Golden Lady will play no more for you on her golden harp.

Even Nora will not meet you much longer.

You must pay the penalty of growing-up, Paul.

You must leave fairyland behind you." "You two talk as much foolishness as ever you did," said old Mrs.
Irving, half-indulgently, half-reprovingly.
"Oh, no, we don't," said Anne, shaking her head gravely.