"It must have been a dream!" he said. But he did not believe it was a
dream--for all his words. And really the flowers seemed to him to bear a
new life after that wonderful vision which came to him when Eline gave
him for an hour the seeing eye.
Working with the others joyfully and happily without a moment's pause or
one thought of failure, they saw quickly growing an immense heap of
beautiful fine white thread. The children had helped the flax to grow
and now in turn it aided them to clear more ground.
For in no long time all was finished and before them they had a mighty
rope growing greater every day under their Leader's eye.
One strange thing there was about the rope. For there were golden
threads interwoven which the children did not remember having seen among
the flax. And they wondered.