I don't think he looked for one very hard though.

And again, all at once, he said to himself-- "What if this is what my grannie's money was given me for ?" That night he had a dream.

The two questions had no doubt a share in giving it him, and perhaps also a certain essay of Lord Bacon--"Of Building," namely--which he had been reading before he went to bed.
[Illustration: WILLIE'S DREAM.] He dreamed that, being pulled up in the middle of the night by his wheel, he went down to go into the garden.

But the moment he was out of the back door, he fancied there was something strange going on in his room in the ruins--he could not tell what, but he must go and see.

When he climbed the stairs and opened the door, there was Hector Macallaster where he ought to be, asleep in his bed.