Two beautiful ladies approached him -- one richly dressed with the most dazzling jewelry. The other was clad in plain attire. At first, the dreaming Mr. Crandall thought the richly dressed one was the prettier. She was certainly very attractive -- but, as she came closer, he saw how much of her beauty was artificial.

About the other there was no question. A beauty . . .

"Mr. Crandall," she said, in the sweetest of voices, "we have come here together that you may choose between us."

"Bless me," said Crandall, so much surprised at the unblushing proposal that he nearly awoke himself, "bless me, don't you know I am married?"

"Oh, that doesn't matter," answered the fair young lady, with the divinest of smiles. "We are not mortals. We are spirits!"