"Our poor starved and tattered dream!" said the girl. "How splendidly we can clothe and feed it now! What a fine house we can build for it to live in! It shall eat from gold and silver plate, and it shall wear robes of wonderful silks and lawns like rainbows, and glitter with jewels, blue and yellow and ruby, jewels like fire fountains and the depths of the sea."
But, as they spoke, a sudden disquietude fell over them, and they looked at each other with a new fear.
"But where is our dream?" said the girl, looking anxiously around. And they realized that their dream was nowhere to be seen.
"I seemed to miss it once in the night," answered the young man in alarm, "but I was too sleepy to heed. Where can it be?"
"It cannot be far away," said the girl. "Perhaps it has wandered off among the flowers."
But they were now thoroughly alarmed.
"Where can it have gone?" they both cried. And they rose up and ran to and fro through the wood, calling out aloud on their dream. But no voice came back in reply, nor, though they sought high and low in covert and brake, could they find a sign of it anywhere. Their dream was lost. Seek as they might, it was nowhere to be found.
And then they sat down by the treasure weeping, forgetting it all in this new sorrow.
"What shall we do?" they cried. "We have lost our dream."