The girl was gazing through one of the windows in the small farmhouse kitchen. A wild flower was pinned in her long, auburn hair and it matched, almost perfectly, the blue of her eyes. Even in slacks she was, not beautiful, but a wonderfully pretty girl of twenty four or five. "I wonder when he'll be back, Dad. It's been almost two days and I--I'm worried." "He had a long trip to make, Nancy. Longer than usual because he had to make a detour around Dreamtown in order to get down to Ben's group. It's all of forty miles south of here. Don't you worry. He'll be back soon." The girl came away from the window and kissed Professor Alan Corbett on the forehead. "You're wonderful, Dad. So calm and sensible about things. I get scared though when I think of Dan going so close to Dreamtown. The Watchers patrol for miles around the city and they'd know Dan was a Rebel in a minute because of his clothes." "Dan won't get caught, Nancy. You get busy now and make some coffee and stop worrying," Professor Corbett smiled. "And afterward we'll play a little gin rummy if you feel like it." Nancy got up from the table and put the coffee pot on the stove. Her father turned back to the book lying open on the table before him. "This is such a treasure, Nancy. I wonder if you fully realize it." It was a copy of the complete works of William Shakespeare. "There are only five copies of this still in existence to my knowledge; although there is a man in Ben's group who has been copying it by hand on paper they've stolen from Dreamtown. Only five copies. There might be more, but we haven't been able to find them." Nancy poured steaming coffee into her father's cup and then into her own. She sat across from him at the table and watched as he lovingly examined the book in his hands. "Listen to this, Nancy." Nancy listened to Professor Corbett's quiet voice. "Is she kind as she is fair? For Beauty lives with kindness. Love doth to her eyes repair To help him of his blindness, And, being helped, inhabits there." "It's beautiful, Dad." Nancy watched her father as his eyes scanned the rest of the page. "You love books, don't you?" she asked softly.