"I want to say good night to you, Lyndall," she said, coming to the bedside
and kneeling down.
"I thought you were asleep," Lyndall replied.
"Yes, I have been asleep; but I had such a vivid dream," she said, holding
the other's hands, "and that woke me. I never had so vivid a dream before.
"It seemed I was a little girl again, and I came somewhere into a large
room. On a bed in the corner there was something lying dressed in white,
and its little eyes were shut, and its little face was like wax. I thought
it was a doll, and I ran forward to take it; but some one held up her
finger and said: 'Hush! it is a little dead baby.' And I said: 'Oh, I
must go and call Lyndall, that she may look at it also.'
"And they put their faces close down to my ear and whispered: 'It is
Lyndall's baby.'
"And I said: 'She cannot be grown up yet; she is only a little girl!
Where is she?' And I went to look for you, but I could not find you.
"And when I came to some people who were dressed in black, I asked them
where you were, and they looked down at their black clothes, and shook
their heads, and said nothing; and I could not find you anywhere. And then
I awoke.
"Lyndall," she said, putting her face down upon the hands she held, "it
made me think about that time when we were little girls and used to play
together, when I loved you better than anything else in the world.
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