The truth is that when one is still a child-or even if one is grown up- and has been well fed, and has slept long and softly and warm when one has gone to sleep in the midst of a fairy story, and has wakened to find it real, one cannot be unhappy or even look as if one were and one could not, if one tried, keep a glow of joy out of one's eyes.
Frances Hodgson Burnett