'Come in, Irene,' she said again.

'Can you tell me what I am spinning ?' 'She speaks,' thought Irene, 'just as if she had seen me five minutes ago, or yesterday at the farthest.

--No,' she answered; 'I don't know what you are spinning.

Please, I thought you were a dream.

Why couldn't I find you before, great-great-grandmother ?' 'That you are hardly old enough to understand.