In the town where I was born lived a woman and her 
daughter, who walked in their sleep. 
   One night, while silence enfolded the world, the woman 
and her daughter, walking, yet asleep, met in their mist-veiled 
garden.
    And the mother spoke, and she said:  “At last, at last, my 
enemy! You by whom my youth was destroyed—who have 
built up your life upon the ruins of mine!  Would I could kill you!”
    
   And the daughter spoke, and she said:  “O hateful woman, 
selfish and old!  Who stand between my freer self and me!  Who 
would have my life an echo of your own faded life!  Would you 
were dead!”
   At that moment a cock crew, and both women awoke.  The 
mother said gently, “Is that you, darling?”  And the daughter 
answered gently, “Yes, dear.”