“Drove away your picture.  That I should not have done.”

“No; it was not exactly that.  It is so odd.”  She hesitated and turned away her head.  Then she looked up into his face again and said:  “My dream face seemed to blend with yours.”

They looked at each other strangely.

“Do you often make dream pictures?” asked he.

“Yes, of late; but I sometimes think I should not.”

“Why?”

“Because of them any great events that are taking place around us daily which need our careful thought and consideration.  I have been trying to comprehend this great plan of our Father’s in regards to us.  I have asked Mother many questions, and she has explained, but I cannot fully understand—­only, it all seems so wonderful, and our Father is so good and great and wise;—­but how could He be otherwise, having Himself come up through the school of the eternities?”

Her words were music to Homan’s ear.  Her voice was soft and sweet.

“Yet it is very strange.  To think that we shall forget all we know, and that our memories will fail to recall this world at all.”

“Yes, it is all strange to us, but it cannot be otherwise.  You see, if we knew all about what we really are and what our past has been, mortal experiences would not be the test or the school that Father intends it to be.”

“That is true; but think of being shut out, even in our thoughts, from this world.  And then, I hear that down on earth there will be much sin and misery, and a power to tempt and lead astray.  O, if we can but resist it, dear brother.  What will this power be, do you know?”

“I have only my thoughts about it.  I know nothing for a certainty; but fear not, something will prompt us to the right, and we have this hope that Father’s Spirit will not forsake us.  And above all, our Elder Brother has been accepted as an offering for all the sins we may do.  He will come to us in purity, and with power to loose the bands of death.  He will bring to us Father’s law whereby we may overcome the world and its sin.”

“You said the bands of death.  What is death?”

“Death is simply the losing of our earthly tabernacles for a time.  We shall be separated from them, but the promise is that our Elder Brother will be given power to raise them up again.  With them again united, we shall become even as our parents are now, eternal, perfected, celestialized beings.”

As they conversed, both faces shone with a soft, beautiful light.  The joy within was traced on their countenances, and for some time it was too deep for words.  Homan was drawn to this beautiful sister.  All were pleasing to his eye, but he was unusually attracted to one who took such pleasure in talking about matters nearest his heart.

“I must be going,” said she.

“May I go with you?”

“Come.”

They wandered silently among the people, then out through the surrounding gardens, listening to the music.  Instinctively, they clung to each other, nor bestowed more than a smile or a word on passing brother or sister.