I went back to dinner, but I could not enjoy it, much to Polly's
distress. The rain fell fast all the afternoon, and as I lay on my bed
upstairs I heard Polly washing up, and singing as she did so the hymn we
had had at the service--
'Come over the line to Me.'
There seemed no chance of forgetting the words which had made me so
uneasy.
That night I had a strange dream. I thought I was once more on the
village green. It was a wild, stormy night, the wind was blowing hard,
and the rain was falling fast; yet through the darkness I could
distinguish crowds of figures gathered on the green. On the side farther
from the sea there was a bright light streaming through the darkness.
I wondered in my dream what was going on, and I found that it was a tug
of war, taking place in the darkness of the night. I saw the huge cable,
and gradually as I watched I caught sight of those who were pulling.
I walked to the side from which the light streamed, and there I saw a
number of holy and beautiful angels with their hands on the rope, and
amongst them I distinctly caught sight of my mother.
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