No one would believe that I was, or ever had been, ill.

In silence I loosened my hair and began to brush it and put it in order before the mirror, and as I did so my thoughts were very busy.

I remembered distinctly all that had happened in the studio of Raffaello Cellini, and still more distinctly was I able to recall every detail of the three dreams that had visited me in my slumber.

The NAME, too, that had been the key-note of them all I also remembered, but some instinct forbade me to utter it aloud.

Once I thought, "Shall I take a pencil and write it down lest I forget it ?" and the same instinct said "No." Amy's voluble chatter ran on like the sound of a rippling brook all the time I thus meditated over the occurrences of the day.
"Say, child!" she exclaimed; "will you go to the dance ?" "Certainly I will, with pleasure," I answered, and indeed I felt as if I should thoroughly enjoy it.
"Brava! It will be real fun.