"Watch it a moment—"
They sat in silence for five minutes.
"Why, it's moving!" she cried.
"Yes."
"How curious—"
"An illusion?" he suggested.
"Nonsense, I'm not dreaming."
"I've been dreaming a lot lately—"
A smile played about the corners of her fine mouth. But she ignored the hint.
"Tell me," she cried; "you studied the sciences at West Point, what does it mean?"