THE GIRL IN HIS HOUSE
Bob Burlingham was right, thought the lover. She was only a fairy, with fairy ideals, condemned to human existence. Ah, and how he loved her!
Once more she caught him by the sleeve, tightly and possessively. He bent his head until it touched hers, and together they watched the bright flames dance in and out the logs.
"Love!" he said, still filled with the warm wonder of it.
"For ever and ever, like in story-books." And she pressed his hand against her cheek and held it there. "I belong!"
THE END
