"I thinks old mother's calling me," said Storm.
"Go to her," answered Rain, "call to her, call as you go to her, and, as you wake, clutch both her hands, let all her power pour through you. So you shall remember."
He stood up. "Good-by," he said, then shouted as he turned, "Mother!—mother!"
* * * * * * *
"Mother!"
"What's wrong with thee, son?"
Bill had awakened shouting, "Mother!—mother!" He reached up and clutched her hands in both his own. "Rain says I got to tell!"
"'Rain says.' Who is this Rain?"
"I dreamed as she and me 'ave been together. We is Rain and Storm—her and me in love since we was kids."
"Thee dreamest."