Paul inquired how she
had slept.
"I should think you might have had strange dreams," he said.
"I did not dream at all. I slept soundly," she replied. "But this morning
when I woke up and recognized the familiar features of the room I have
always slept in--the same books, the same pictures, the furniture just as
ever--I had to sit down a long time to collect my thoughts and remember
what had happened. I could remember it well enough, but to realize it was
very hard. And then, when I went to the window and looked out and saw the
meeting-house and the school-house and the neighbours' houses, just where
I have seen them from that window all my life since I was a baby, I had
to sit down and think it all over, again before I could believe that I
was not in Hilton, and last night all a dream."
She spoke in a low, even tone, which was so evidently the result of an
effort at self-control, that it impressed Paul more than any display of
mental perturbation would have done.
At this moment Miss Ludington appeared on the piazza with a white,
excited face, which, however, as soon as she saw Ida, became all smiles.
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