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Poor Marianne! For over two months she lay in bed with an illness not known. But luckily, she did not spend the whole time in misery and waiting and despair. Only half the time, in the day, did her head ache, and was her back sore; but at night, she felt none of this.
For at night, Marianne dreamed.
Beforehand, she had drawn some pictures, those of a house with a boy in the window, and a knocker on the door, and a rather plain garden with three or four large sunflower-like things on the yellow grassy lawn. She had drawn these with The Pencil, a pencil she used when she drew from now on, and afterwards, held when she dreamed.
For when Marianne dreamed, she dreamed of the boy in the dream. But was he ‘in the dream’, she thought, because she had heard and knew of a boy like him in the ‘usual life’ – Mark. In the dream he had been Mark. In the usual life he could not walk. In the dream he could not walk.
At first, Marianne could not persuade him that this was a dream. But it was possible to, she knew, and so she was determined to do it. Read this book and join her on a magical journey through life and through dream…