"I myself—a few of them," Isabel ventured to answer.
"Already? They must have been dreams of yesterday."
"I began to dream very young," Isabel smiled.
"Ah, if you mean the aspirations of your childhood—that of having a pink sash and a doll that could close her eyes."
"No, I don＇t mean that."
"Or a young man with a 昀ne moustache going down on his knees to you."
"No, nor that either," Isabel declared with still more emphasis.
