Nor had the mother failed to observe these things. One morning Pètrik ran up to her in an unusual state of excitement.
“Mamma, Mamma,” he exclaimed, “I saw a dream!”
“What did you see, my boy?” she asked; and in her voice there was a pathetic intonation as of doubt.
“I dreamed that I saw you and Uncle Maxim; and—”
“What else?”
“I don’t remember.”
“And do you remember me?”
“No,” replied the boy, thoughtfully, “I have forgotten everything.”
This was repeated several times; and each time the boy grew sadder and more restless.