SHE dreamed of home. The old house glowed off white in the incredible sunlight, as a royal force breathed over the slope that reigned over a queen upon her throne. The house was standing as it had for more than decades, a majestic testimonial to man’s skill and brilliance. It stood close to the covering of the forest of fir wood trees, where a river flowed in cloudy silence.
Within the shelter of the trees, bees buzzed gold, and the bright creatures stirred, braced to work or live. All kinds of things bred there in the woods, in the open.
There were lights which did more than brighten the tall, large windows of the house. The lights spread welcome over its beautiful porches , its magnificent doors. The morning was silky, and the breath of it hot from the sea. There were so many sounds to
