I never had so vivid a dream before.
"It seemed I was a little girl again, and I came somewhere into a large room.

On a bed in the corner there was something lying dressed in white, and its little eyes were shut, and its little face was like wax.

I thought it was a doll, and I ran forward to take it; but some one held up her finger and said: 'Hush! it is a little dead baby.' And I said: 'Oh, I must go and call Lyndall, that she may look at it also.' "And they put their faces close down to my ear and whispered: 'It is Lyndall's baby.' "And I said: 'She cannot be grown up yet; she is only a little girl! Where is she ?' And I went to look for you, but I could not find you.
"And when I came to some people who were dressed in black, I asked them where you were, and they looked down at their black clothes, and shook their heads, and said nothing; and I could not find you anywhere.

And then I awoke.
"Lyndall," she said, putting her face down upon the hands she held, "it made me think about that time when we were little girls and used to play together, when I loved you better than anything else in the world.

It isn't any one's fault that they love you; they can't help it.