Temple and I slept in companion-rooms.
Deadly drowsy, the dear little fellow sat on the edge of my bed chattering of his wonder.

My dreams led me wandering with a ship's diver under the sea, where we walked in a light of pearls and exploded old wrecks.

I was assuring the glassy man that it was almost as clear beneath the waves as above, when I awoke to see my father standing over me in daylight; and in an ecstasy I burst into sobs.
'Here, Richie'-- he pressed fresh violets on my nostrils--'you have had a morning visitor.

Quick out of bed, and you will see the little fairy crossing the meadow.' I leapt to the window in time to have in view the little Princess Ottilia, followed by her faithful gaunt groom, before she was lost in the shadow of the fir-trees..