Nor was it long before he discovered that his dreams themselves were becoming of greater import to him--that they also were being influenced by Mr.Simon.
And there were other witnesses there, quite as silent as those around him in the library, and more unseen, who would not remain speechless or invisible always.
One day Cosmo came late, and to say there were traces of tears on his cheeks would hardly be correct, for his eyes were swollen with weeping.

His master looked at him almost wistfully, but said nothing until he had settled for a while to his work, and was a little composed.

He asked him then what was amiss, and the boy told him.

To most boys it would have seemed small ground for such heart-breaking sorrow.
Amongst the horses on the farm, was a certain small mare, which, although she worked as hard as any, was yet an excellent one to ride, and Cosmo, as often as there was not much work doing, rode her where he would, and boy and mare were much attached to each other.

Sometimes he would have her every day for several weeks, and that would be in the prime of the summer weather, when the harvest was drawing nigh, and the school had its long yearly holiday.
Summer, the harvest--"play," and Linty!--oh, large bliss! my heart swells at the thought.