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CHAPTER VIII. 



HEALTH, AS A FARM CROP. 



CLOSING ttye door behind me, I procured a shawl, wrapped 

 it round me, and sat down by the fire to wait and to think. 

 Then I remembered how I had sat down just in this way 

 once before. There was no need now of gazing at the 

 embers in search of visions of the future. The time for 

 dreaming had passed. A tangible reality was with me now, 

 or would be soon. In a moment or two I heard it enter 

 and with firm steps approach my chair. It sat down by my 

 side, and then there were " four feet on a fender." 



" A penny for your thoughts, Hattie." 



" I was thinking of my dream." 



"What dream?" 



" The dream I had one night last winter, when I fell 

 asleep by the fire while watching by your sick room." 



" Oh ! I remember. What a realization we have had of 

 it!" 



" Yes, indeed. It is almost startling so truly has it come 

 to pass. Surely ' God has been a strong castle unto us.' 

 He has saved you from the grave, and restored your health 

 in a way that seems miraculous." 



