"What makes me so weak? I've no more strength than a babe. And that
reminds me of a frightful dream I had." And her countenance changed.
"A dream?" I queried.
"Yes; I thought Aggy and Lu were both dead! I saw them laid out,
cold and white as statues, just as plainly as I see you now."
She stopped suddenly, an expression of fear going over her
face--then looked at me in a strange, questioning way.
"Doctor"--she leaned towards me, with lips apart, and eyes full of a
sudden, wild alarm. I laid my hand upon her, and said:
"You have been very ill for some time, Mrs. Dewey, and are too weak
to bear excitement. Don't let mere dreams disturb you."
"Dreams?" Her eyes fell from mine. "Dreams?" she repeated. "I feel
very weak, Doctor," was added, after a few moments. "Won't you
assist me to lie down?"
And she made a movement to rise. I took her arm and supported her to
the bed, where she quietly composed herself, and turned her face
away, so as almost to hide it from my view. At this moment Mrs.
Floyd came in, and I withdrew, leaving them together.
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