"Karl Ivanitch was taken aback He left off tickling my feet and asked me kindly what the matter was Had I had a disagreeable dream? His good German face and the sympathy with which he sought to know the cause of my tears made them flow the faster. I felt conscience-stricken and could not understand how only a minute ago I had been hating Karl and thinking his dressing-gown and cap and tassel disgusting. On the contrary they looked eminently lovable now. Even the tassel seemed another token of his goodness. I replied that I was crying because I had had a bad dream and had seen Mamma dead and being buried. Of course it was a mere invention since I did not remember having dreamt anything at all that night but the truth was that Karl's sympathy as he tried to comfort and reassure me had gradually made me believe that I HAD dreamt such a horrible dream and so weep the more--though from a different cause to the one he imagined."