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such a large, extensive place. There the house
had stood year after year, empty, neglected, no
- good to any one.

During Betty’s illness Fred Wilfer had often
stood looking out of this window which gave
him a fine view of the old place, through the
leafless boughs of elms and maples guarding
the back yard. Now his eye fell on the con-
servatory, jutting out from the red of the walls.
Its many panes of glass were glistening in the
sun, which also threw a warm glow over bricks
and gray roof. Stormy March was now with-
drawing like a lamb to make way for a smiling
April.

While he watched the house he thought
about Betty and her dream and gradually the
matter began to take on some meaning.

A doctor friend whom he had met in his
wanderings in California had once told him a
strange story about himself. This man was
a Swiss and an intelligent fellow much inter-
ested in psychology. He said that when he
was nine years old he had had a serious fever
and a delirium, such a sickness as Betty’s in
fact. Awaking from it he had said to his
mother, “Mother, where are the stone animals

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