'We will forget them; or, if we ever call them to mind, it shall be only as some uneasy dream that has passed away.' 'Hush!' said the old man, motioning hastily to her with his hand and looking over his shoulder; 'no more talk of the dream, and all the miseries it brought.

There are no dreams here.

'Tis a quiet place, and they keep away.

Let us never think about them, lest they should pursue us again.

Sunken eyes and hollow cheeks--wet, cold, and famine--and horrors before them all, that were even worse--we must forget such things if we would be tranquil here.' 'Thank Heaven!' inwardly exclaimed the child, 'for this most happy change!' 'I will be patient,' said the old man, 'humble, very thankful, and obedient, if you will let me stay.