“Oh, Harry! I do not like to be lame.”
“What more?” said Harry, intent only on the dream.
“Oh! then I was so happy, that I woke up directly.”
“What a pity! But if it should come true?”
“How could it come true, dear Harry?”
“Why, this world is sometimes cold, and the road is hard—you know what I mean, Euphra.”
“Yes, I do.”
“I wish I could dream dreams like that! How clever you must be!”
“But you dream dreams, too, Harry. Tell me yours.”
“Oh, no, I never dream dreams; the dreams dream me,” answered Harry, with a smile.