"Yes?" interjected the Queen eagerly.
"... I wonder whether you could give her that, just that for always?"
"What do you mean?" said the Queen.
"I mean," I said slowly, "the gift of remaining perfect for ever in his
eyes."
The Queen looked at me thoughtfully. "He'll think I'm not giving her
anything," she objected.
"Never mind," I said, "she'll know."
The Queen nodded. "Yes," she said meditatively, "rather nice--rather nice.
Thank you very much. I'll think about it. Good-bye." She was gone.