She paused, taking a quick breath.
“All that is not so strange,” she ran on; “but yesterday––yesterday in the crystal I saw him––here in Boston.”
“What!”
“As clearly as I see you. He was walking down a street near the Gardens.”
“It might have been someone who resembled him.”
“No, it was Dad. He was thinner and looked strange, but I knew him as though it were only yesterday that he had gone away.”
“But if he is dead–––”
“He isn’t dead,” she answered with conviction.
“On the strength of that vision you came here to look for him?”
“Yes.”