light, the air WERE what I was, and I was only thrilling ecstasy and
wonder at the rapture of it."

I stopped and covered my face with my hands, and tears wet my fingers.

"Oh, I cannot make it real! I was only there such a short, short time.
Even if you had been with me I could not have found words for it, even
then. It was such a short time. I only stood and lifted my face and felt
the joy of it, the pure marvel of joy. I only heard myself murmuring
over and over again: 'Oh, how beautiful! how beautiful! Oh, how
BEAUTIFUL!'

"And then a marvel of new joy swept through me. I said, very softly and
very slowly, as if my voice were trailing away into silence:
'Oh--h! I--can--lie--down--here--on--the grass--and--sleep . . .
all--through--the night--under--this--moonlight. . . . I can
sleep--sleep--'

"I began to sink softly down, with the heavenliest feeling of relaxation
and repose, as if there existed only the soul of beautiful rest. I sank
so softly--and just as my cheek almost touched the grass the dream was
over!"

"Oh!" cried Mrs. MacNairn. "Did you awaken?"

"No. I came back. In my sleep I suddenly found myself creeping into my
bed again as if I had been away somewhere. I was wondering why I was
there, how I had left the hillside, when I had left it. That part
WAS a dream--but the other was not. I was allowed to go
somewhere--outside--and come back."