"Ay, but I did. Yo'r very face,--looking wi' yo'r clear steadfast eyes out o' th' darkness, wi' yo'r hair blown off from yo'r brow, and going out like rays round yo'r forehead, which was just as smooth and straight as it is now,--and yo' always came to give me strength, which I seemed to gather out o' yo'r deep comforting eyes,--and yo' was drest in shining raiment--just as yo'r going to be drest. So, yo' see, it was yo'!"
"Nay, Bessy," said Margaret, gently, "it was but a dream."

'Ay, but I did. Your very face - looking wi' your clear steadfast eyes out o' th' darkness, wi' your hair blown off from your brow, and going out like rays round your forehead - and yo' always came to give me strength, which I seemed to gather out o' your deep comforting eyes - and yo' were drest in shining raiment - just as you're going to be drest. So, yo' see, it was yo'!'
'Nay, Bessy,' said Margaret, gently, 'it was but a dream.'
