Once the doors had been set ajar for a little while--just for a night and a day in the quiet of the High Alps.

But only now had they been opened wide.

Only to-night had she passed through and looked forth with an unhindered vision upon the world; and she discovered it to be a place of wonders and sweet magic.
"They were true, then," she said, with a smile on her lips.
"Of what do you speak ?" asked Chayne.
"My dreams," Sylvia answered, knowing that she was justified of them.
"For I have come awake into the land of my dreams, and I know it at last to be a real land, even to the sound of running water." For from the hollow at her feet the music of the mill stream rose to her ears through the still night, very clear and with a murmur of laughter.
Sylvia looked down toward it.

She saw it flashing like a riband of silver in the garden of the dark quiet house.

There was no breath of wind in that garden, and all the great trees were still.