And, do you know--don't laugh, Daddy, I know it was only a silly dream--when I looked up, I saw that everywhere the mountains were full of horses and chariots of fire.

I felt so safe, Daddy, and so happy.

I could have cried when I woke up." She paused.

It was rather difficult for her to make conversation for the silent man who sat beside her so gloomy and preoccupied.

Save that she loved her father as she loved no one else on earth, she might have felt awed in his presence.
As it was, receiving no response, she turned to look, and the next instant was on her knees beside him, her thin young arms clinging to his neck.
"Daddy, darling, darling!" she whispered, and hid her face against him in sudden, nameless terror.
He clasped her to him, holding her close, that she might not again see his face and the look it wore.