d seen udying hers.

    ten days to go, I o myself. ten days, and you will be rich!

    But Id say it, and across t come t o t being so mucs end, trap t little bit closer and tig o prise apart.

    Of course, s too. It made o s—made , lie in iffly, more neatly, more like a little clock, for safetys sake; or else, to keep time from running on too fast. Id cake ea—pick up , put it do up and sip again, like a macitco turn my gaze. Id time I  back ted tootongue. It  I could not imagine, noting a finger to  being ordinary . . .

    So dream again. So . Once or tirring; and so my side and lay and simes s me, times sions. Am I real? Do you see me? Am I real?

    Go back to sleep, I said, one nig he end.

    Im afraid to, she said. Oh, Sue, Im afraid . . .

    ime,  at all t soft and clear, and so un . ttle rus t s lit must  its sself out. tains   of t struck my mouth.

    quot; is it? I said.

    She said, I dreamed— I dreamed I was married

    I turned my  my ear. too loud, it seemed, in the silence. I moved my head again. I said,

    ell, you shall be married, soon, for real.

    Shall I?

    You know you so sleep.

    But, s. I felt ill but very stiff. I felt ting of . At last she said again, in a whisper: Sue—

    is it, miss?

    S hink me good? she said.

    S, as a c. turned again, and peered into to try and make out her face.

    Good, miss? I said, as I squinted.

    You do, she said unhappily.

    Of course!