Dreams, however much one had to thank God for them, were not exactly "Nature." They were not the blessed healing and strengthening she felt familiar with.

You were never sure when they might melt away into space and leave only emptiness behind them.
"But if she would wake up the other way it would be healthy--just healthy and to be depended upon," was her thought.

Robin turned over the leaves in no hurried way.

She had never carelessly turned over the leaves of her picture books in her nursery.

As she had looked at her picture books she looked at this one.