Dreams partake of reality in that that which is and that which might be, are combined in their semblance of life.
Eliza saw the home she had so long hated and lived its life once more, but with this difference, that she, her new present self, was there, and into the old life she brought perforce what knowledge of the world's refinements she had gained in her year of freedom.

The knowledge seemed to her much more important than it was, but such as it was, she saw it utilised in the log house, and the old way of life thereby changed, but changed the more because she, she the child Sissy, reigned there now as a queen.

It was this idea of reigning, of power, that surely now made this dream--wild, impossible as she still felt it to be--pleasant.

But, as she pondered, arranging small details as a stimulated imagination is wont to do, she became gradually conscious that if love were to reign long, the queen of love would be not only queen but slave, and, as by the inevitable action of a true balance, the slave of love would be a ruler too.

This new conception, as it at first emerged, was not disagreeable.