"Yes, I dream many things. I had a funny dream about you the other night."
"Tell me what it was," she begged.
"I dare not."
"I thought you would dare anything."
"No; you see, dreams are such intimate, unconventional mysteries. Dreams have no regard for law or custom The soul and the body seem equally free and without sin or shame. I have a curious feeling of awe about sleep and dreams. It's the surest evidence I have of immortality and the reality of a spiritual life. It is to me the prophecy of the ideal world, too, in which we will dare to live some day what we really are, without pretence or hypocrisy—live that deep secret inner life we try sometimes to hide from the eye of God."
"And you will not even give me a hint of this dream?"
"No. It was very foolish, but very charming and beautiful. It was in part a picture from that dream which made me laugh awhile ago about your eyes."
"I think it mean in you to tell me that much and no more."
"I would tell you if I dared. I may dare some day."
She was afraid to ask him after that, and yet something within cried for joy.
They rose, gathered the children for dinner, ands after three hours in the woods, returned to the city
