over sea and land; from the glory of the spreading firmament alive with
light, and the winds that blew beneath it, and the rains that washed
the face of earth; from the majestic passage of the glittering stars
shedding their sweet influences through the night. To bid farewell to
such things as these must, to his mind, indeed be terrible.

Once he said as much to Barbara, who thought a while and answered him:

"Why should we be taken beyond all things? If seems scarcely reasonable.
I know we have not much to go on, but did not the Christ speak of
drinking the fruit of the vine 'new with you in my Father's kingdom'?
Therefore surely there must be a growing plant that produces the fruit
and a process directed by intelligence that turns it into wine. There
must be husbandmen or farmers. There must be mansions or abiding places,
also, for they are spoken of, and flowers and all things that are
beautiful and useful; a new earth indeed, but not one so different to
the old as to be utterly unfamiliar."

Anthony said no more of the matter at this time, but it must have
remained in his mind. At any rate, a month or two later when he woke up
one morning he said to Barbara:

"Will you laugh very much if I tell you of a dream that came to me last
night--if it was a dream, for I seemed to be still awake?"

"Why should I laugh at your dream?" she asked, kissing him. "I often
think that there is as much truth in dreams as in anything else. Tell it
to me."

"I dreamed that I saw a mighty landscape which I knew was not of the