anything in dreams, any more. Sereny Harper shall know of this before I’m an hour older. I’d like to see her get around this with her rubbage ’bout superstition. Go on, Tom!”

“Oh, it’s all getting just as bright as day, now.

Next you said I warn’t bad, only mischeevous and harum-scarum, and not any more responsible than — than — I think it was a colt, or something.”

“And so it was! Well, goodness gracious! Go on, Tom!”

“And then you began to cry.”

“So I did. So I did. Not the first time, neither. And then — ”

“Then Mrs. Harper she began to cry, and said Joe was just the same, and she wished she hadn’t