Dreams Three Works Dreams Dream Life And Real Life Stories Dreams And Allegories Late Victorian And Early Modernist Women Writers Olive Schreiner by Olive Schreiner, Elisabeth Jay 9781847143990, 9781902459318, 1847143997, 1902459318 instant download after payment.

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: A DREAM OF WILD BEES. MOTHER sat alone at an open window. Through it came the voices of the children as they played under the acacia-trees, and the breath of the hot afternoon air. In and out of the room flew the bees, the wild bees, with their legs yellow with pollen, going to and from the acacia-trees, droning all the while. She sat on a low chair before the table and darned. She took her work from the great basket that stood before her on the table: some lay on her knee and half covered the book thatrested there. She watched the needle go in and out; and the dreary hum of the bees and the noise of the children's voices became a confused murmur in her ears, as she worked slowly and more slowly. Then the bees, the long-legged wasp-like fellows who make no honey, flew closer and closer to her head, droning. Then she grew more and more drowsy, and she laid her hand, with the stocking over it, on the edge of the table, and leaned her head upon it. And the voices of the children outside grew more and more dreamy, came now far, now near; then she did not hear them, but she felt under her heart where the ninth child lay. Bent forward and sleeping there, with the bees flying about her head, she had a weird brain- picture ; she thought the bees lengthened and lengthened themselves out and became human creatures and moved roundand round her. Then one came to her softly, saying, " Let me lay my hand upon thy side where the child sleeps. If I shall touch him he shall be as I." She asked, " Who are you ? " And he said, " I am Health. Whom I touch will have always the red blood dancing in his veins ; he will not know weariness nor pain; life will be a long laugh to him." " No," said another, " let me touch ; for I am Wealth. If I touch him material care shall not feed on him. He s...