I called his name,
but he did not answer me."
"That proves what I said. You are always thinking about him, and your
mind made up your dream."
"Where do lemons and oranges grow?"
"In so many countries that you would have to go round the world to
visit them all." She thought to herself, "they don't grow in the
ocean."
"You speak of twenty-three years having passed. That's not so long. I
have read of sailors being away longer than that and finally
returning home. Men have stayed in prison longer than that and have
come out into the world again. Why, Quincy is only fifty-three now."
"And I'm seventy--an old woman some think me, and others call me so,
but if I were sure that by living I could see Quincy again, I'd
manage some way to keep alive until he came."
"You are just lovely, Aunt Ella, and I love you more than ever for
those words. I believe that Quincy wants me to come to him--and I am
going!"
"My dear Alice, I'm sure the only way you will ever see Quincy is by
going to him, for he can never come to you."
The next day Alice spent in studying the cyclopedias and maps. She
estimated the cost of a six months' trip to the citron groves of
Europe and America. For a week she pondered over the matter.
Then something occurred that led her to make up her mind definitely.
She had the same dream for the fourth time. She awoke screaming, and
shaking with terror.
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