It is simply a work of mercy to watch over him with the tenderest care." Fortunately for Harry he had fallen into good hands, and the most tender care and nursing were bestowed upon him.

For awhile Harry was strangely silent, never referring to the terrible misfortune which had so suddenly overshadowed his life.

It seemed as if the past were suddenly blotted out of his memory.

But he was young and of an excellent constitution, and in a few months he was slowly recovering.
"Doctor," said he one day, as the physician sat at his bedside, "I seem to have had a dreadful dream, and to have dreamt that my father was dead, and my mother and sister were in terrible trouble, but I could not help them.

Doctor, was it a dream, or was it a reality?
It could not have been a dream, for when I fell asleep the grass was green and the birds were singing, but now the winds are howling and the frost is on the ground.