MS UCLA: collection 100: box 952
My dear Miss Poole,
I shall be delighted to put in the history of poor Rosa’s dream, only I must let a few numbers go by first, or I shall by [sic] inundated with dreams. The gates of Paradise have set one lady dreaming already, and the Dreams of the Dead another, and I think I must let those wait a few months or we shall fall into a universal visionary mood—but I do like the story very much and shall be glad to keep it. It is very like a sailor story I know to be true, but the odd thing there was that the man [ . . . ] drowned and having promised to appear to his aunt he did appear to his wife. I wonder if Rosa’s dream though at morning instead of sunset, was right as to real time.
I should think it must have been like that ghost in India, whose appearance prevented some cheat of or by the Insurance company, I forget which.
Yours sincerely
C M Yonge
Is East Brent still your permanent direction?