Mr. Halliburton let his head fall back on the pillow again. He fixed his eyes on vacancy, and there ensued a silence. The children looked at him. "Singular things are dreams," he presently exclaimed. "I thought I was on a broad, wide road--an immense road, and it was crowded with people. We were all going one way, stumbling and tripping along----" "What made you stumble, papa?" interrupted Janey, whose busy tongue was ever ready to talk. "The road was full of impediments," continued Mr. Halliburton, in a dreamy tone, as if his mental vision were buried in the scene and he was relating what had actually occurred. "Stones, and hillocks, and brambles, and pools of shallow water, and long grass that got entangled round our feet: nothing but difficulties and hindrances. At the end, in the horizon, as far as the eye could reach--very, very far away indeed--a hundred times as far away as the Malvern Hills appear to be from us--there shone a brilliant light. So brilliant! You have never seen anything like it in life, for the naked eye could not bear such light. And yet we seemed to look at it, and our sight was not dazzled!" "Perhaps it was fireworks?" interrupted Gar. Mr. Halliburton went on without heeding him. "We were all pressing on to get to the light, though the distant journey seemed as if it could never end. So long as we kept our eyes fixed on the light, we could see how we walked, and we passed over the rough places without fear. Not without difficulty. But still we did pass them, and advanced. But the moment we took our eyes from the light, then we were stopped; some fell; some wandered aside, and would not try to go forward; some were torn by the brambles; some fell into the water; some stuck in the mud; in short, they could not get on any way. And yet they knew--at least, it seemed that they knew--that if they would only lift their eyes to the light, and keep them steadfastly on it, they were certain to be helped, and to make progress. The few who did keep their eyes on it--very few they were!--steadily bore onwards. The same hindrances, the same difficulties were in their path, so that at times they also felt tempted to despair--to fear they could not get on. But their fears were groundless. So long as they did not take their eyes from the light, it guided them in certainty and safety over the rough places. It was a helper that could not fail; and it was ready to guide every one--all those millions and millions of travellers. To guide them throughout the whole of the way until they had gained it." The children had become interested and were listening with hushed lips. "Why did they not all let it guide them?" breathlessly asked William. "Nothing can be more easy than to keep our eyes on a light that does not dazzle. What did you do, papa?"