“She continued it to Hugh, 'Darling, do you know what mother and you are going to find beyond the blue horizon rim?''What?' flatly.'We're going to find elephants with golden howdahs from which peep young maharanees with necklaces of rubies, and a dawn sea colored like the breast of a dove, and a white an green house filled with books and silver tea-sets.''And cookies?''Cookies? Oh, most decidedly cookies. We've had enough of bread and porridge. We'd get sick on too many cookies, but ever so much sicker on no cookies at all.”