ir wings and talking to each other, and the fluttering of their wings
made a wind in her face, and the wind made her very happy, and the moon
kept looking through the birds quite close to them, and smiling at her,
and she saw the face of the man in the moon quite plain. But then it
grew dark and began to thunder, and the angel went down very fast, and
the thunder was the clapping of his big red wings, and he flew with
her into her mamma's room, and laid her down in her crib, and when she
looked at him he was so like Willie.

"Do you think the dream could have come of your wishing to be a bird,
Agnes?" asked Willie.

"I don't know. Perhaps," replied Agnes. "Are you angry with me for
wishing I was a bird, Willie?"

"No, darling. What makes you ask such a question?"

"Because ever since then you won't let me go with you--when you are
doing things, you know."

"Why, you were in the laboratory with me yesterday!" said Willie.

"Yes, but you wouldn't have me in the evening when you used to let me
be with you always. What are you doing down amongst the trees _always_
now?"

"If you will have patience and not go near them all day, I will show you
in the evening."

Agnes promised; and Willie gave the whole day to getting things on a
bit. Amongst other things he wove such a network along the bough of the
Scotch fir, that it was quite safe for Agnes to walk on it down to the
great red hole of the tree. There he was content to make a pause for the
present, constructing first, however, a little chair of bough and branch
and rope and twig in which she could safely sit.

Just as he had finished the chair, he heard her voice calling, in a tone
that grew more and more pitiful.

"Willie!--Willie!--Willie!--Willie!"

He got down and ran to find her. She was at the window of his room,
where she had gone to wait till he called her, but her patience had at
last given way.

"I'm _so_ tired, Willie! Mayn't I come yet?"

"Wait just one moment more," said Willie, and ran to the house for his
mother's shawl.

As soon as he began to wrap it about her, Agnes said, thoughtfully--

"Somebody did that to me before--not long ago--I remember: it was the
angel in my dream."

When Willie put the corner over her face, she said, "He did that too!"
and when he took her in his arms, she said, "He did that too! How funny
you should do just what the angel did in my dream!"

Willie ran about with her here and there through the ruins, into