'The sky, and the moon and the stars,' she answered. 'It looked as if there was no bottom to it.'
The lady smiled a pleased satisfied smile, and was silent also for a few moments. Then she said:
'Any time you want a bath, come to me. I know YOU have a bath every morning, but sometimes you want one at night, too.'
'Thank you, grandmother; I will—I will indeed,' answered Irene, and was again silent for some moments thinking. Then she said: 'How was it, grandmother, that I saw your beautiful lamp—not the light of it only—but the great round silvery lamp itself, hanging alone in the great open air, high up? It was your lamp I saw—wasn't it?'
'Yes, my child—it was my lamp.'
'Then how was it? I don't see a window all round.'
'When I please I can make the lamp shine through the walls—shine so strong that it melts them away from before the sight, and shows itself as you saw it. But, as I told you, it is not everybody can see it.'
'How is it that I can, then? I'm sure I don't know.'
'It is a gift born with you. And one day I hope everybody will have it.'
'But how do you make it shine through the walls?'