Walter De la Mare,
The Riddle and Other Stories — The Bowl
(1923)
“ Orchardson's little baby had been simply burning like a coal at death's door. It was a most interesting and enthralling piece of news. And I'm not so sure that I did not speculate how it was that in my long nocturnal journeyings in the wilds of dreamland, I had not heard its wailing cries as it, too, a much smaller spirit, ran along into the shadowy valley. For after all, abstractions like death are for a child little more than a vague and menacing something in a dream. Mrs. Orchardson's baby had, of course, been sickening for some little time past. ”
