I say I dreamed it thrice." "A jolly good morrow indeed," said Sir John, turning a shade paler.

"And now, daughter, what do you make of this business ?" "I?
Oh! I make that you should stop at home and send some one else to do your business.

Sir Christopher, for instance." "Why, then I should baulk your dream, which is either true or false.
If true, I have no choice, it must be fulfilled; if false, why should I heed it?
Cicely, I am a plain man and take no note of such fancies.

Yet I have enemies, and it may well chance that my day is done.

If so, use your mother wit, girl; beware of Maldon, look to yourself, and as for your mother's jewels, hide them," and he turned to go.
She clasped him by the arm.
"In that sad case what should I do, father ?" she asked eagerly.
He stopped and stared at her up and down.
"I see that you believe in your dream," he said, "and therefore, although it shall not stay a Foterell, I begin to believe in it too.