Tea Table Talk.
Thought Transference and Dreams.
Have you ever noticed the swiftness of thought transference in cases where the thinker is not consciously projecting his thought to another mind? The writer had lately a notable instance of this. I was seated at the breakfast table, thinking over an order from The Path which had come the night before. It was an order for “1000 words on dreams, etc.” and not being such stuff as dreams are made of, I pondered intently albeit silently:—“Where the deuce am I to get any authentic dreams?”
“Mr. Julius, do you like dreams?”
So spoke a clear young voice at my elbow. It was the voice of Sue. I am not qualified to judge whether Sue is a child or a girl. She is, however, an embodiment of that young America who rules these United States from Atlantic coast to Pacific wave, and although a bachelor, I respect her accordingly. Sue represents my possible fate.
“Dreams!” I stammered. “What do you know about dreams?”
“Me? Why I have ‘em. Lots! But only the horrid kind, you know.”
I venture to ask, most respectfully, what she calls “the horrid kind.”
“The kind you can’t remember, so’s to tell ‘em and scare the girls. All mixed up, you see.” Here Sue snaps down the lid of the maple syrup cruet with an air which indicates that the subject is closed. But I venture on. I fear Sue a trifle less than I do my Editor and his demand for contracted copy.