But one night there came a gentle tapping on his shoji-like the dream. He sat up and listened. There was more tapping-still like the dream. And then a whispered voice-not the dream-which woke him to mutiny:-
"Ani-San! Beloved! Do you no more wish me? Oh, it is so long-so long! And we have walked-walked-walked. I would rather know and die. At fir