Manchurian Books

Merriam, with a glance toward Missy. Then, in a
louder tone: "Eat your cereal, Missy. Why are you letting it get
cold?"
Missy brought her eyes back from space with an answering smile. "I
was thinking," she explained.
"What of, Missy?" This, encouragingly, from father.
"Oh, my dream, last night."
"What did you dream about?"
"Oh--mountains," replied Missy, somewhat vaguely.
"For the land's sake!" exclaimed Aunt Nettie. "What ever put such a
thing into her head? She never saw a mountain in her life!" Grown-
ups have a disconcerting way of speaking of children, even when
present, in the third person. But Aunt Nettie finally turned to
Missy with a direct (and dreaded): "What did they look like, Missy?"
"Oh--mountains," returned Missy, still vague.
At a sign from mother, the others did not press her further. When
she had finished her breakfast, Missy approached her mother, and the
latter, reading the question in her eyes, asked:
"Well, what is it, Missy?"
"I feel--like pink to-day," faltered Missy, half-embarrassed.
But her mother did not ask for explanation.


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