And I should see the flying-fish and dolphins, and know how the corals grow, and see things under the sea.

And nobody would beat me then, and I should not have to split wood when it makes my back ache.

That was the other part of my dream." The Skipper laid his hand lightly on the child's head and smoothed back the red curls.

"Who knows ?" he said, with a smile.

"Who knows what may come of dreams, Colorado?
Here the one-half is come true, already at this time.