CHAPTER V.
WHAT SHE SAW A great, solemn stretch of sky, alive with stars.
A sheet of silent water.
A long line of silent hills.
_She had acted out her dream!_ When the truth came to Gypsy, she sat for a moment like one stunned.

The terrible sense of awakening in a desolate place, at midnight, and alone, instead of in a safe and quiet bed, with bolted doors, and friends within the slightest call, might well alarm an older and stouter heart than Gypsy's.

The consciousness of having wandered she did not know whither, she did not know how, in the helplessness of sleep, into a place where her voice could reach no human ear, was in itself enough to freeze her where she sat, with hands locked, and wide, frightened eyes, staring into the darkness.
After a few moments she stirred, shivered a little, and looked about her.
It was the Basin, surely.

There were the maples, there was the Kleiner Berg rolling up, soft and shadowy, among its pines.

There were the mountains, towering and sharp--terrible shadows against the sky.