All was quite still.

Robin herself seemed very still but she was awake.

She lay upon her pillow with a long curly plait trailing over one shoulder--and she was smiling as she had smiled in her sleep--softly--wonderfully.

"I thank God for that," Dowie thought as she went in.
The next moment her heart was in her throat.
"Dowie," Robin said and she spoke as quietly as Dowie had ever heard her speak in all their life together, "Donal came." "Did he, my lamb ?" said Dowie going to her quickly but trying to speak as naturally herself.

"In a dream ?" Robin slowly shook her head.
"I don't think it was a dream.