She nodded.

"'Yes,' ses I to 'er, 'that's where the trouble comes in--believin'.'
And she answers as cool as could be: 'Yes, it is,' she ses, 'we've all
been thinkin' we've been believin', an' none of us 'as. If we 'ad what
'd there be to be afraid of? If we believed a king was givin' us our
livin' an' takin' care of us who'd be afraid of not 'avin' enough to
eat?'"

"Who?" groaned Dart. He sat hanging his head and staring at the floor.
This was another phase of the dream.

"'Where is 'E?' I ses. ''Im as breaks old women's legs an' crushes
babies under wheels--so as they'll be resigned?' An' all of a sudden
she calls out quite loud: 'Nowhere,' she ses. 'An' never was. But 'Im
as stretched forth the 'eavens an' laid the foundations of the earth,
'Im as is the Life an' Love of the world, 'E's 'ERE! Stretch out yer
'and,' she ses, 'an' call out, "Speak, Lord, thy servant 'eareth," an'
ye'll 'ear an' SEE.

"'An' never you stop sayin' it--let yer 'eart beat it an' yer breath
breathe it--an' yer 'll find yer goin' about laughin' soft to yerself
an' lovin' everythin' as if it was yer own child at breast. An' no 'arm
can come to yer. Try it when yer go 'ome.'"

"Did you?" asked Dart.

Glad answered for her with a tremulous--yes it was a TREMULOUS--giggle,
a weirdly moved little sound.