The child perceived me first and ran to me through the flowers.

It leapt into my arms and kissed me.

Then my brother came and said--I do not mean he spoke, but his meaning was conveyed to me: "'You see, we are making your home ready.

We hope that you will like it when you come, but if not you can change it as you wish.' "Then I woke up, or went to sleep--I do not know which." Barbara made light of Anthony's dream, which seemed to her to be after all but a reflection or an echo of earthly things tricked out with some bizarre imagination.

Was not this obvious?
The house?
A vague replica of his own house.