It occurred after you left us at Saratoga.

Oh, it was nothing though," said she, laughing and shaking her curls,--"nothing; and now you are safely returned, I shall not think of it again.

Tell me what you have seen since you went away; and how is that dear Aunt Ada of yours you talk so much about ?" "Oh, she is quite well," answered he; "but tell, Anne, tell me about that dream.

What was it, Birdie ?--come tell me." "I don't care to," she answered, with a slight shudder,--"I don't want to, love." "Yes, yes,--do, sweet," importuned he; "I want to hear it." "Then if I must," said she, "I will.

I dreamed that you and I were walking on a road together, and 'twas such a beautiful road, with flowers and fruit, and lovely cottages on either side.