and a talk in which the shadowy old times which he remembered as a child
emerged into sunlight and lived again.

When he began to feel better, drawn into the kindly old times by the
tinkle of that harmless old woman's tongue, he said:

"I sometimes think I would not so much mind--I should not care so
much--if my spirits were not so depressed, and I so agitated. I suppose
I am not quite well."

"Well, tell me what's wrong, child, and it's odd but I have a recipe on
the shelf there that will do you good."

"It is not a matter of that sort I mean; though I'd rather have you than
any doctor, if I needed medicine, to prescribe for me."

Mrs. Julaper smiled in spite of herself, well pleased; for her skill in
pharmacy was a point on which the good lady prided herself, and was open
to flattery, which, without intending it, the simple fellow
administered.

"No, I'm well enough; I can't say I ever was better. It is only, ma'am,
that I have such dreams--you have no idea."

"There are dreams and dreams, my dear: there's some signifies no more
than the babble of the lake down there on the pebbles, and there's
others that has a meaning; there's dreams that is but vanity, and
there's dreams that is good, and dreams that is bad. Lady
Mardykes--heavens be her bed this day! that's his grandmother I
mean--was very sharp for reading dreams. Take another cup of tea. Dear