In the sunlight the whole mountains glisten with running streams and falling water.

I feel a strange kind of elation, but from no visible cause.

Aunt Janet rather queered it by telling me, as she said good-night, to be very careful of myself, as she had seen in a dream last night a figure in a shroud.

I fear she was not pleased that I did not take it with all the seriousness that she did.

I would not wound her for the world if I could help it, but the idea of a shroud gets too near the bone to be safe, and I had to fend her off at all hazards.