"And, behold, the tumult and despair were passed.

I lay on the grass in the cloisters, and the Daisy Chain hung from the sky, and was drawing me upwards.

There--it is a queer dream for a sober old country doctor.

I don't know why I told you, don't tell any one again." And he walked away, muttering.

"For he told me his dreams, talked of eating and drinking," leaving Margaret with her eyes full of tears, and Ethel vehemently caressing the baby.
"How beautiful!" said Ethel.
"It has been a comfort to him, I am sure," said Margaret.
"You don't think it ominous," said Ethel with a slight tremulous voice.
"More soothing than anything else.