“Is she always thus successful?” asked Herbert, after a long silence.
“No. I have often known her to fail; but when the impression comes, it's invariably correct.”
“Wonderful child. How can you educate her, and yet have her retain this strange gift?”
“I obey my impressions, and allow her to play a great deal. She cannot follow her class, therefore I teach her alone, short, easy lessons, and never tax her in any way, physically or mentally.”
“You must love her very much; I long to see more of her wonderful power.”
“You shall; but the hour is late, I must now send my children to bed and happy dreams.”
There was soon a cessasion of the voices, and cheerful “good-nights” echoed through the dwelling. When all was still, Dawn came and sat by him, and long they talked of the land of the hereafter, and its intimate connection with this life, so fraught with pain and pleasure.