He listened, oh, so hard, but all he could hear was music like sleigh
bells that were very far away.

"I hear something," he told her, "but it isn't clear. It sounds so
far, far off."

"Someday you'll hear that clearly, too," she said, then turned.
"Goodbye, my dear, I'll look out for your stars again, all the little
ones you make each day. Don't forget."

And as he felt himself sinking, he saw the Star Lady waving at him
from above, and he was sure she was singing again:

"Light, light
By day or night;
Stars in the skies,
Stars in the eyes."

Again he opened his. There was the Blue Fairy Light winking at
him--and his mother's hand was on his forehead. How good it felt! And
how cool her voice sounded!

"Was it a nice dream, dear?" she asked him. He didn't answer that
question. Instead he said shyly,

"Mother--"

"Yes, dear?"

"Your eyes are like--"