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That night in her small captain’s bed (with the roomy, built-in drawers underneath where she kept her most favorite things), ElsBeth had dreams. She rarely had dreams, but tonight her dreams seemed almost realer than real.

There was a pirate. He was short and had bowed legs. And there was a cave and gold and jewels and swords, and some men skulking around.

And there was Robert Hillman-Jones, tied up in muddy rope, looking scared and very cold.

What was Robert Hillman-Jones doing in her dream? It was bad enough she had to put up with him during the day.

“Oh, well,” she sighed, still asleep, and went back into a deeper slumber, until the bright morning sun woke her up.

At breakfast her grandmother gave ElsBeth a long, serious look.

“ElsBeth, did you have a dream last night?”

ElsBeth was amazed by the question. “Yes, I did, Grandmother.”

“Was it about pirates?” Hannah asked.

“Why, yes, it was!” ElsBeth was shocked by this question.

“We haven’t talked about this yet. But tonight, instead of your usual lessons, we will cover a new topic.

“Witch’s dreams often have special meanings.

“But enough for now. You’ll be late for school if you don’t get out the door, young lady.”

ElsBeth looked at the tall, moon-faced, grandfather clock in the hall — who promptly winked right back at her.

She grabbed her half-eaten, cranberry-pumpkin-nut muffin, and her pack, and dashed out the door.

Calling, “See you tonight, Grandmother. I love you,” ElsBeth was off.