11/24 It is the memory of a dream, I suppose," she added, in another tone. You may be Aztecan over again, in mind and temperament; and every one knows how impressions are transmitted. "They are great mysteries,--or else nothing." She now removed from her head the curious cap or helmet, ornamented with gold and with the green feathers of the humming-bird, which her companion had crowned her with, and hung it on its nail in the cabinet. "Perhaps the thoughts came with the cap," she remarked, smiling slightly. "I don't feel that way any more. |