-- TO CARIBOO AND BACK }-—

till she was able to get up, move around and
look out of the window herself. And often
she sat by the one that gave such a good view of
her old home, for she loved it.

But not once did she mention her dream
again. The whole matter seemed to have
slipped back into the shadows of memory, to
be again lost. Nor did her father remind her,
or ask questions.

Meanwhile the sun shone warmer every
day; buds were swelling and bursting on the
trees; tufts of grass on the edge of the side-
walks showed green and spread; snowdrops
shook their dainty heads above the brown earth.

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