"Go on!" cried Hayward.
"I saw you, brother. You were standing on a golden cloud, just by his side. The lightnings flashed around your head, but did not harm you. And when I called you, ten thousand fairy forms appeared, and bore you to my arms. And then I saw all your friends advancing, and they smiled upon you."
"And that dream has given you hope, has it not?"
"Yes, it has, dear brother!"
"It is very strange!" said Hayward.
"That I should dream thus, brother?"
"No, but that last night I had the very same dream!"
"O brother, God is good!"
Hayward told her the particulars of his own dream.
"I shall hope to the last!" replied Miss Hayward, evidently cheered by the vision.