Dreams about a Star III

across the sea,” continued Doris, “is not
an old one. It is one of the last that God
made, and He had been thinking and
thinking about making worlds for more
years than there are sands on the shores
of all the seas.”

“T want to know about this, Doris,”
interrupted the Visitor. ‘‘ Have you been
reading, or is this just a story?”

“QO,” said Doris, airily, ‘I suppose it
is ‘meddling with creation,’ as Father calls
it. But it sounds true. I thought of it
one day when I was sitting for the last
picture?”

“Did you?” said the Visitor. “I knew
as soon as J] saw it that you must
have been thinking while it was being
painted.”

For a moment there was silence, and
the child’s face took again something of
the look it bears in Zhe Traveller, a pic-
ture you will surely remember to have
seen. It shows a young child innocently
setting forth, alone and unprotected, upon