'What's the matter?' said the child, running up to her, and putting her arms round her neck; 'were you thinking of your mother?'
'No, dear,' she said; 'I was dreaming.'
'Ask her what she was dreaming,' said Rosalie's mother.
'I was dreaming I was at home, and it was Sunday, and we were at the Bible-class, and singing the hymn we always begin with, I was singing it when I woke, and it made me cry to think it wasn't true.'
'Perhaps it was my singing that made you dream it,' said Rosalie; 'I've been singing to my mammie.'
'Oh, I should think that was it,' said the girl. 'What did you sing? will you sing it to me?'
Rosalie sang over again the first verse of the hymn. To her surprise,
Jessie started from her seat and seized her by the hand.
'Where did you get that?' she asked hurriedly; 'that's the very hymn I was singing in my dream. We always sing it on Sunday afternoons at our Bible-class.'
'I have it on a card,' said Rosalie, bringing her favourite card down from the wall.
'Why, who gave you that?' said the girl; 'it's just like mine; mine has a ribbon in it just that colour! Where did you get it?'