Lily
(putting the book down, and going to the window).
I wish he would come home. I wish he would.
Enter JULIAN.
Oh, there he is!
[Running up to him.]
Oh, now I am so happy!
[Laughing.]
I had not time to watch before you came.
Julian
(taking her in his arms).
I am very glad to have my little girl;
I walked quite fast to come to her again.
Lily.
I do, do love you. Shall I tell you something?
Think I should like to tell you. Tis a dream
That I went into, somewhere in last night.
I was alone—quite;—you were not with me,
So I must tell you. 'Twas a garden, like
That one you took me to, long, long ago,
When the sun was so hot. It was not winter,
But some of the poor leaves were growing tired
With hanging there so long. And some of them
Gave it up quite, and so dropped down and lay
Quiet on the ground. And I was watching them.
I saw one falling—down, down—tumbling down—
Just at the earth—when suddenly it spread
Great wings and flew.—It was a butterfly,
So beautiful with wings, black, red, and white—
[Laughing heartily.]