Book1:TeDream-Maker

hinkingofherthirdhusband,thehandsomedevilofacharmer,herbrowscametogetherinafrownandfrustrationcastapalloverherheart．

    Suddenlythewindroseandrgeraindropssptteredinadownpustofwihemintothekit,wettingMrs.Love’sfacewhileshestoodtherepeelingapplesbythesink．ShelookedoutofthewindowandsawDimitriwasstillwawaye,entirelyunsciousofthegeofweather．Shecalledouttohim，

    "Dimitri!Dimitri!eonin!It’sraining!"Buthetioworkmeically．InhisKingdomofDreams，itwasabrilliantmoonlitnight．HewasdangwithLotusinthemeadowwherethesoftbreezecaressedthetallswayinggrass,whichseemedtobesingingandswayinginchorus．Mrs.Loveopehefrontdoorandcalledout，

    "Dimitri!Dimitri!eonioftherain.You’reallwet．Doyouwanttocatchcold?"Dimitril