"Good night," said my spectral visitor as she left me, once more bending
over my desk, whither I had been re-transported without my knowledge,
for I must have fallen asleep, too, with that little boy in my arms.
"You have done a good night's work."
"Have I?" said I, rubbing my eyes to see if I were really awake. "But
tell me--who was that little kiddie anyhow?"
"He?" she answered with a smile. "Why, he is the Child Who Has
Everything But--"
And then she vanished from my sight.
"Everything but what?" I cried, starting up and peering into the
darkness into which she had disappeared.
But there was no response, and I was left alone to guess the answer to
my question.