"
"I am not feeling right," he admitted, trying to appear cheerful, "but
this coffee will make a new man of me. You make the best coffee in the
world, Melisse?"
"How do you know, brother?" she asked. "Have you drunk any other than
mine since years ago at Churchill and York Factory?"
"Only Iowaka's. But I know that yours is best, from what I remember of
the coffee at the bay."
"It was a long time ago, wasn't it?" she asked gently, looking at him
across the table. "I dreamed of those days last night, Jan, though I
don't remember anything about your going to Churchill. I must have
been too young; but I remember when you went to Nelson House, and how
lonely I was. Last night I dreamed that we both went, and that we
stood together, looking out over the bay, where the tides are washing
away the gun case coffins. I saw the ship that you described to me,
too, and thought that we wanted to go out to it, but couldn't. Do you
suppose we'll ever go to Churchill together, Jan, and ride on a
wonderful ship like that?"
"It may be, Melisse."
"And then I dreamed that you were gone, and I was alone; and some one
else came to me, whom I didn't like at all, and tried to MAKE me go to
the ship. Wasn't that strange?" She laughed softly, as she rose to
give him another cup of coffee.
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