I enjoyed my night in the orchard; for a time I was companioned by sweet old memories; and then I fell asleep listening to the murmurs of the wind in those old trees yonder.

And I had a beautiful dream, Janet.

I dreamed that the old orchard blossomed again, as it did that spring eighteen years ago.

I dreamed that its sunshine was the sunshine of spring, not autumn.

There was newness of life in my dream, Janet, and the sweetness of forgotten words." "Wasn't it strange about MY dream ?" whispered the Story Girl to me.
"Well, you'd better come in and have some breakfast," said Aunt Janet.
"These are my little girls--Felicity and Cecily." "I remember them as two most adorable tots," said Uncle Blair, shaking hands.