Two Little Pilgrims' Progress
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"Well," she said, "it's a fairy story, and it's getting fairyer and fairyer every minute."
She leaned forward with her heart quite throbbing. Because it was he who did this splendid thing—he to whom all things seemed possible—it actually seemed a thing to be accepted as if a magician had done it.
"Oh, how good you are to us!" she said. "How good and how good! And what is the use of saying only ‘Thank you.’ I should not be surprised," with a touch of awe, "if you took us to a hotel built of gold."
How heartily John Holt laughed then.
"Well, some of them ought to be by the time this thing's over," he said. "But the lights will soon be out, the people are going, and Ben's nearly dead. Let's go and find a carriage.
