Homan went to the gathering of which Sardus had spoken, and as had been intimated, he met many strange faces. Everywhere in the conversation, serious topics seemed to be uppermost. The singing was not as usual. The music, though always sweet, was sadder than ever before, and a discord seemed to have crept into the even flow of life's sweet strain. Homan had no desire to talk. He wandered from group to group with a smile for all. Sardus was in a heated discussion with some kindred spirits; but Homan did not join them. Under the beautiful spread of the trees and by the fountains, sat and walked companies of sons and daughters of God. Ah, they were fair to look upon, and Homan wondered at the creations of the Father. No two were alike, yet all bore an impress of the Creator, and each had an individual beauty of his own. Strolling into an arbor of vines, Homan, did not observe the fair daughter seated there until he turned to leave; and then he saw her. She seemed absorbed in thought, and her eyes rested on the shiftings throngs. "A sweet face, and a strange one," thought he, as he went up to her and spoke: "Sister, what are you thinking about?" She turned and looked at him, and then a pleased smile overspread her face. "Shall I tell you?" "Do, I beg of you. May I sit here?" He seated himself opposite. "Yes, brother, sit. My thoughts had such a strange ending that I will tell you what they were. I have been sitting here looking at these many faces, both new and old, and studying their varied beauties; but none seems to me to answer for my ideal. So I have been taking a little from each face, putting all together to form another. I had just completed the composition, and was looking admiringly at the new form when you came and--and--" "Drove away your picture. That I should not have done." "No; it was not exactly that. It is so odd." She hesitated and turned away her head. Then she looked up into his face again and said: "My dream face seemed to blend with yours." They looked at each other strangely. "Do you often make dream pictures?" asked he. "Yes, of late; but I sometimes think I should not." "Why?" "Because of them any great events that are taking place around us daily which need our careful thought and consideration. I have been trying to comprehend this great plan of our Father's in regards to us. I have asked Mother many questions, and she has explained, but I cannot fully understand--only, it all seems so wonderful, and our Father is so good and great and wise;--but how could He be otherwise, having Himself come up through the school of the eternities?" Her words were music to Homan's ear. Her voice was soft and sweet. "Yet it is very strange. To think that we shall forget all we know, and that our memories will fail to recall this world at all."