"They live?"
"And work," he added. "For she keeps his home while he works."
"What does she do?" asked Osra, with smiling wondering eyes.
"She gets his supper for him when he comes home weary in the evening, and makes a bright fire, and——"
"Ah, and she runs to meet him at the door! Oh, farther than the door!"
"But she has worked hard and is weary."
"No, she is not weary," cried Osra. "It is for him she works!"
"The wise say this is silly talk," said he.
"The wise are fools then," cried Osra.
"So the dream would please you, madame?" he asked.