Dream Story

“TWENTY-FOUR brown-skinned slaves rowed the splendid galley which was to bring Prince Amgiad to the palace of the caliph. The Prince, wrapped in his purple cloak, lay alone on the deck under the darkblue, starry sky, and his gaze—”

So far the little girl had read aloud. Then, suddenly, her eyelids drooped. Her parents looked at each other and smiled. Fridolin bent down, kissed her blond hair and closed the book which was lying on the untidy table. The child looked up as if caught at some mischief.

“It’s nine o’clock,” her father said, “and time you were in bed.” Albertina also bent over her, and as her hand met her husband’s on the beloved forehead, they looked at each other with a tender smile not meant for the child. The governess entered and asked the little girl to say good-night. She got up obediently, kissed her father and mother and walked out quietly hand in hand with the young woman. Fndolin and Albertina, left alone under the reddish glow of the hanging-lamp, continued the conversation they had begun before supper.