Dreams about a Star 117

punished, and I expect it is that way with
them.”

The twilight was deepening, and the
last traces of the rosy sunset had vanished
from beyond the pines at the summit of |
the western land. The Visitor began to
grow restless.

“Do you know,” he said, “I wish we
could buy this island.”

‘What would you do with it?” asked
Doris.

“You should be Queen of the island,
and I would be at the head of your ser-
vants, and then we would see if we could
not start a new world that should be just
like that star of yours. We would ask all
the people we like, and a lot of brave
men and women we have heard of but
never seen; and, of course, any children
who were unhappy would come to us. We
would live here all the rest of our days,
and grow flowers, and just be happy.
Can’t you imagine how we should sit here
in the evenings (there would bea beautiful,