It was most beautiful; can’t you find Another the same? THIEF Yes, from where that one came; But it is not for you. CLIMBER [_Disappointed._] Oh! Who’s it for? THIEF Never mind, You’ll find When you make yours come true. CLIMBER [_Very eagerly._] Why, what must I do? THIEF You must make them believe it. You must take it and weave it, By a kind of story, Into actual glory. CLIMBER [_Jumping up joyfully._] Where shall I begin? THIEF With Finn. CLIMBER [_Drawing back nervously._] Oh no, I can’t! He’ll think it very queer. I—I haven’t got the courage to reveal A dream so very delicate and real. They’ll laugh at me. They’ll all think I am queer. THIEF [_Indifferently._] I have nothing to do with fear. Your business is to do just as I tell. CLIMBER [_Summoning up all her resolution._] Very well. THIEF [_Quietly._] If you’re to carry out God’s plan You must pitch into every man. CLIMBER [_Trembling with nervousness._] All right! To make my dream come true There’s nothing I’m afraid to do. [_She runs quickly over to Finn and takes him eagerly by the hand to wake him. He starts awake with a quiver of pain, withdrawing his hand._] CLIMBER [_Overstrained and very nervous._] Oh, are you angry at me? FINN [_Gently._] Why should I be angry? CLIMBER [_Shyly._] For—for waking you up. FINN Was I asleep? CLIMBER [_Nervously._] Yes; but I’ve brought you something that’ll keep You awake for ever. [_She laughs nervously._] FINN [_Politely._] Never! What is it? CLIMBER [_Shyly._] N—nothing; just a dream. FINN [_Embarrassed._] Better keep it to yourself. Dreams are things some folk don’t understand. CLIMBER [_In distress, catching sight of his hand._] Why, what have you done to your hand? You’ve burnt it all! You were in pain, I knew! I heard you call. Why did you say it wasn’t true? FINN [_Withdrawing his hand hastily._]