{"product_id":"2940014068352","title":"Through the Ivory Gate","description":"Breeze filtered through shuffling leafage, the June morning sunlight\u003cbr\u003ecame in at the open window by the boy's bed, under the green shades,\u003cbr\u003eacross the shadowy, white room, and danced a noiseless dance of youth\u003cbr\u003eand freshness and springtime against the wall opposite. The boy's head\u003cbr\u003estirred on his pillow. He spoke a quick word from out of his dream.\u003cbr\u003e\"The key?\" he said inquiringly, and the sound of his own voice awoke\u003cbr\u003ehim. Dark, drowsy eyes opened, and he stared half-seeing, at the\u003cbr\u003epicture that hung facing him. Was it the play of mischievous sunlight,\u003cbr\u003ewas it the dream that still held his brain? He knew the picture line\u003cbr\u003eby line, and there was no such figure in it. It was a large photograph\u003cbr\u003eof Fairfield, the southern home of his mother's people, and the boy\u003cbr\u003eremembered it always hanging there, opposite his bed, the first sight\u003cbr\u003eto meet his eyes every morning since his babyhood. So he was certain\u003cbr\u003ethere was no figure in it, more than all one so remarkable as this\u003cbr\u003estrapping little chap in his queer clothes, his dress of conspicuous\u003cbr\u003eplaid with large black velvet squares sewed on it, who stood now in\u003cbr\u003efront of the old manor house. Could it be only a dream? Could it be\u003cbr\u003ethat a little ghost, wandering childlike in dim, heavenly fields, had\u003cbr\u003ejoined the gay troop of his boyish visions and slipped in with them\u003cbr\u003ethrough the ivory gate of pleasant dreams? The boy put his fists to\u003cbr\u003ehis eyes and rubbed them and looked again. The little fellow was still\u003cbr\u003ethere, standing with sturdy legs wide apart as if owning the scene; he\u003cbr\u003elaughed as he held toward the boy a key--a small key tied with a\u003cbr\u003escarlet ribbon. There was no doubt in the boy's mind that the key was\u003cbr\u003efor him, and out of the dim world of sleep he stretched his young arm\u003cbr\u003efor it; to reach it he sat up in bed. Then he was awake and knew\u003cbr\u003ehimself alone in the peace of his own little room, and laughed\u003cbr\u003eshamefacedly at the reality of the vision which had followed him from\u003cbr\u003edreamland into the very boundaries of consciousness, which held him\u003cbr\u003eeven now with gentle tenacity, which drew him back through the day,\u003cbr\u003efrom his studies, from his play, into the strong current of its\u003cbr\u003efascination.","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47175568523504,"sku":"2940014068352","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940014068352_p0.jpg?v=1763600097","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940014068352","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}