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A
long
time
back
,
she
thought
,
I
dreamed
a
dream
,
and
was
enjoying
it
so
much
when
someone
wakened
me
,
and
that
was
the
day
when
I
was
born
.
And
now
?
Now
,
let
me
see
.
.
.
She
cast
her
mind
back
.
Where
was
I
?
she
thought
.
Ninety
years
.
.
.
how
to
take
up
the
thread
and
the
pattern
of
that
lost
dream
again
?
She
put
out
a
small
hand
.
There
.
.
.
Yes
,
that
was
it
.
She
smiled
.
Deeper
in
the
warm
snow
hill
she
turned
her
head
upon
her
pillow
.
That
was
better
.
Now
,
yes
,
now
she
saw
it
shaping
in
her
mind
quietly
,
and
with
a
serenity
like
a
sea
moving
along
an
endless
and
self
-
refreshing
shore
.
Now
she
let
the
old
dream
touch
and
lift
her
from
the
snow
and
drift
her
above
the
scarce
-
remembered
bed
.
Downstairs
,
she
thought
,
they
are
polishing
the
silver
,
and
rummaging
the
cellar
,
and
dusting
in
the
halls
.
She
could
hear
them
living
all
through
the
house
.
"
It
’
s
all
right
,
"
whispered
Great
-
grandma
,
as
the
dream
floated
her
.
"
Like
everything
else
in
this
life
,
it
’
s
fitting
.
"
And
the
sea
moved
her
back
down
the
shore
.
"
A
ghost
!
"
Cried
Tom
"
No
,
"
said
a
voice
.
"
Just
me
.
"
The
ghastly
light
flowed
into
the
dark
apple
-
scented
bedroom
.
A
quart
-
size
Mason
jar
,
seemingly
suspended
upon
space
,
flickered
many
twilight
-
colored
flakes
of
light
on
and
off
.
In
this
pallid
illumination
Douglas
’
s
eyes
shone
pale
and
solemn
.
He
was
so
tan
his
face
and
hands
were
dissolved
in
darkness
and
his
nightgown
seemed
a
disembodied
spirit
.
"
My
gosh
!
"
hissed
Tom
.
"
Two
dozen
,
three
dozen
fireflies
!
"
"
Shh
,
for
cry
-
yi
!
"
"
What
you
got
’
em
for
?
"
