By degrees I began to dream.

The ring grew larger and larger, until at last I found that I was not looking at a red stone, but at a red sunset, which shone in at the end of a long street near where Grannie lives.

I was dressed in rags as I used to be, and I had great holes in my shoes, at which the nasty mud came through to my feet.

I didn't use to mind it before, but now I thought it horrid.

And there was the great red sunset, with streaks of green and gold between, standing looking at me.