It was that time of the night when the flames in the fireplace were most delightful, when the milk and the cookies were most delicious, and when Granny’s fairy tales were most enchanting. It was that time before bedtime when the children’s imagination was ready to venture in the farthest and most fantastic worlds.
Granny was dousing calmly in her rocking chair, when Lily and George dashed into the living room. Their faces were red, their hairs messy, and their eyes were gleaming with carefree happiness.
“There, behind! Quickly!” Lily commanded, and before George could react, she pushed him behind the heavy wooden door. They were holding big feather pillows in their hands and giggling.
And the more they waited behind the door, the more difficulty they had controlling their laughter.
Granny casted a sleepy glance at them and smiled.
Some minutes later Carl and Zane ran into the room, both of them red-faced and panting, holding pillows in their hands, and started looking around. At that m ...