I knew she was afraid of something, and if I could make her know how REAL that one brief dream had been she would not be afraid any more.

And I loved her, I loved her so much! "I was asleep one night at Muircarrie," I went on, "and suddenly, without any preparatory dreaming, I was standing out on a hillside in moonlight softer and more exquisite than I had ever seen or known before.

Perhaps I was still in my nightgown--I don't know.

My feet were bare on the grass, and I wore something light and white which did not seem to touch me.

If it touched me I did not feel it.