Why do you look like that?
Is it in the room as I have seen it in my dreams, dashing the ceiling and the walls with red?
Tell me.

Is it ?' He fell into a shivering fit as he put the question, and shutting out the light with his hands, sat shaking in every limb until it had passed away.

After a time, he raised his head and looked about him.
'Is it gone ?' 'There has been nothing here,' rejoined his mother, soothing him.
'Nothing indeed, dear Barnaby.

Look! You see there are but you and me.' He gazed at her vacantly, and, becoming reassured by degrees, burst into a wild laugh.
'But let us see,' he said, thoughtfully.

'Were we talking?
Was it you and me?
Where have we been ?' 'Nowhere but here.' 'Aye, but Hugh, and I,' said Barnaby,--'that's it.