I know not whether it is the common gift of all
minds, but my day-dreams are almost more to me than my realities."
"First it was moods, and now dreams." He seated himself comfortably at
her feet. "You would cause me to believe you a most impractical
person, Miss Naida."
She laughed frankly, that rippling peal of unaffected merriment which
sounded so like music to his ears. "If that were only true, I am sure
I should be most happy, for it has been my fortune so far to conjure up
only pleasure through day-dreaming--the things I like and long for
become my very own then. But if you mean, as I suspect, that I do not
enjoy the dirt and drudgery of life, then my plea will have to be
guilty. I, of course, grant their necessity, yet apparently there are
plenty who find them well worth while, and there should be other work
for those who aspire. Back of what you term practical some one has
said there is always a dream, a first conception. In that sense I
choose to be a dreamer."
"And not so unwise a choice, if your dreams only tend toward results."
He sat looking into her animated face, deeply puzzled by both words and
actions.
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