"But if you remain visible the bears will see you and devour you,"
said a girlish young voice, that belonged to one of the children. "We
who live here much prefer to be invisible; for we can still hug and
kiss one another, and are quite safe from the bears."

"And we do not have to be so particular about our dress,"
remarked the man.

"And mama can't tell whether my face is dirty or not!" added the other
childish voice, gleefully.

"But I make you wash it, every time I think of it," said the mother;
"for it stands to reason your face is dirty, Ianu, whether I can see
it or not."

Dorothy laughed and stretched out her hands.

"Come here, please--Ianu and your sister--and let me feel of you,"
she requested.

They came to her willingly, and Dorothy passed her hands over their
faces and forms and decided one was a girl of about her own age and
the other a boy somewhat smaller. The girl's hair was soft and fluffy
and her skin as smooth as satin. When Dorothy gently touched her nose
and ears and lips they seemed to be well and delicately formed.

"If I could see you I am sure you would be beautiful," she declared.

The girl laughed, and her mother said: