We walked up the road in lovely creamy yellow twilight and I was , oh , so happy .<br>`` Is n't it just like a novel ? ''<br>I said .<br>`` I am afraid , Elizabeth , '' said Dick preachily , `` that you read too many novels , and not the right kind , either .<br>Some of these days I am going to ask you to promise me that you will read no more books except those your mother and I pick out for you . ''
Elizabeth was so happy whilst she walked down the road.