Nor was it long before he
discovered that his dreams themselves were becoming of greater
import to him--that they also were being influenced by Mr. Simon.
And there were other witnesses there, quite as silent as those
around him in the library, and more unseen, who would not remain
speechless or invisible always.
One day Cosmo came late, and to say there were traces of tears on
his cheeks would hardly be correct, for his eyes were swollen with
weeping. His master looked at him almost wistfully, but said
nothing until he had settled for a while to his work, and was a
little composed. He asked him then what was amiss, and the boy told
him. To most boys it would have seemed small ground for such
heart-breaking sorrow.
Amongst the horses on the farm, was a certain small mare, which,
although she worked as hard as any, was yet an excellent one to
ride, and Cosmo, as often as there was not much work doing, rode
her where he would, and boy and mare were much attached to each
other. Sometimes he would have her every day for several weeks, and
that would be in the prime of the summer weather, when the harvest
was drawing nigh, and the school had its long yearly holiday.
Summer, the harvest--"play," and Linty!--oh, large bliss! my heart
swells at the thought. They would be out for hours together,
perhaps not far from home all the time--on the top of a hill it
might be, whence Cosmo could see when he would the castle below.
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