"I want you to give me that Dream of yours; that you built for my mother, and that all went wrong.

They call it Allway's Folly; and it makes me so mad.

I want to make it all come true.
May I try ?" * * * * * It was there that he came to her.
She stood beneath the withered trees, beside the shattered fountain.

The sad-faced ghosts peeped out at her from the broken windows of the little silent houses.
She wondered later why she had not been surprised to see him.

But at the time it seemed to be in the order of things that she should look up and find him there.
She went to him with outstretched arms.
"I'm so glad you've come," she said.