"I've had such dreams, Constance! such terrible dreams!"
"It's nothing, Gilbert. People with fevers always have dreams," she answered, caressing my face.
"I thought I left Little Sandy with Uncle Job, and then a lot of things happened."
"Yes; but don't think of it any more. Dreams never come true, you know," she answered, placing her face beside mine.
"I won't; only I'm glad I'm in Little Sandy," I answered, lying still. When I next awoke Uncle Job and Setti were beside me, my hands clasped in theirs.
"You are better, Gilbert," Uncle Job spoke up, stopping short, as if something choked him.
"I'm all right," I answered, feeling stronger.
"You are a Little Prince, and my True Knight forever," Setti exclaimed, bending over me and taking my face in both her hands.
"I'll be anything you wish, Setti, you know," I answered, striving to answer with some spirit.
"Then I must be careful," she answered, smiling through her tears and kissing me.