"I had a queer sort of dream--" "'What was it ?" I asked eagerly, "Well," he answered slowly, "I suppose it was because I'd been thinking of--Golden Eyes.

Anyway, I thought she came through the wall and leaned over me--yes, and put one of those long white hands of hers on my head--I couldn't raise my lids--but in some queer way I could see her.

Then it got real dreamish.

Why do you ask ?" Rador turned back toward us, "Later," I answered, "Not now.

When we're alone." But through me went a little glow of reassurance.