Now she tells me, the same lady—that’s why I named this tonight “The Pearl of Great Price”—that she had a dream. And here is all mud, nothing but mud, whirling mud. As it whirled and whirled and whirled before her mind’s eye in her dream she noticed a small, perfectly beautiful, perfect pearl. She picked it up and held this perfect pearl—wasn’t big but it was a perfect pearl—in her hand, and then she woke.94 ¶15