ood judge o' size, besides, I went
straight up to him, as bold as brass, and axed him how long it was, an'
he told me without winkin'. The strange thing about it is that I wasn't
a bit surprised at his nose. Wery odd, ain't it, eh, Howlet, that
people never is surprised at anything they sees in dreams? I do
b'lieve, now, if I was to see a man takin' a walk of a' arternoon with
his head in his coat-tail pocket I'd take it quite as a matter of
course.

"Well, w'en that bobby had told me his nose was two-foot-six inches long
I feels a most unaccountable and astonishin' gush of indignation come
over me. What it was at I don't know no more nor the man in the moon.
P'r'aps it was the sudden thought of all the troubles that bobbies has
brought on me from the day I was born till now. Anyhow, I was took
awful bad. My buzzum felt fit to bust. I knowed that I must do
somethin' to him or die; so I seized that bobby by the nose, and hauled
him flat down on his breast. He was so took with surprise that he never
made any struggle, but gived vent to a most awful howl. My joy at
havin' so easily floored my natural enemy was such that I replied with a
Cherokee yell. Then I gave his nose a pull up so strong that it
well-nigh broke his neck an' set him straight on his pins again! Oh!
Howlet, you can't think what a jolly dream it was. To do it all so
easy, too!"

"Well, what happened arter that?" asked Owlet.

"Nothin' happened after that," returned Stumpy, with a somewhat sad
expression on his usually gleeful visage. "It's a wery strange thing,
Howlet, that dreams inwariably wanishes away just at the most
interestin' p'int. Did you ever notice that?"

"Notice it! I should think I did. Why the dream that I had w'en I was
layin' alongside o' you was o' that sort exactly. It was all about
wittles, too, an' it's made me that 'ungry I feels like a ravagin'
wolf."

"Come along, then, Howlet, an' you an' me will ravage somethin' wi' them
browns o' mine. We'll 'ave a good breakfast, though it should be our
last, an' I'll stand treat."

"You're a trump, Stumpy; an' I'll tell you _my_ dream as we goes along."

"Hall right--but mind you don't come prosy over me. I can't stand it no
more nor yourself."

"You mind Dick Wilkin, don't you?"

"What--the young man from the country as I've see'd standin' at the dock
gates day after day for weeks without getting took on?"

"That's him," continued Owlet, with a nod, as he shove