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 wide and she lay gazing up into the lady's face. Then her lips parted in a soft little smile and she whispered, oh, so low and gently:

"Hush, don't speak; I am having the most beautiful dream! Don't wake me up just yet, please."

The wide eyes roved from the lady's face up to the tall pine tree tops and the bits of blue sky above, and then came back to the sweet face once more, and she whispered again, in a soft, breathless way, as if afraid of wakening herself:

"I am dreaming that I can see, and oh, it is so beautiful! I have dreamed it before, but never like this,—never so clearly. Why, there is no mist at all!" And then, as the lady swallowed hard upon a big lump in her throat, "Don't speak, please, or I shall