to speak, for Thomas knew
He looked too brown and nice;
He saw the dream-man lift his knife
As if to cut a slice,

And then--young Thomas shrieked and woke,
And sat up straight in bed.
"Oh, dear! I'll never eat rich cake
Again at night," he said.

STORIES BY GRANDMA.

SOME TERRIBLE ADVENTURES WITH WOLVES.

"Grandma," said Ralph, "what do you suppose Uncle Henry said?"

"Well," answered grandma, "it wouldn't surprise me if he said it was a
cold day, or--"

"No; I mean what do you suppose he told me; what kind of a story?"

"Oh, dear! your uncle Henry is _such_ a hand to tell stories that I
could hardly guess. About animals, I suppose, though, and nothing
smaller than elephants, I'll warrant."

"No; wolves. They chased him once. Got away by climbing a tree and
pulling the tree up after him."

"Dear me! what an extraordinary occurrence!" exclaimed grandma.

"But do you _believe_ it, grandma?" asked Ralph.

"Oh no; certainly not. I never believe any of your uncle Henry's animal
stories."

"Well," said Ralph, slowly. "I've been a little afraid of some of them
myself. He _couldn't_ pull up a tree he was in, _could_ he, grandma?"

"I don't believe he could, unless he pulled pretty hard. I remember _my_
uncle Henry used to tell a wolf story when I was a little girl. He said
that one day, when he lived in Vermont, two wolves came after him, and
he ran as fast as he could. By-and-by he began to get tired. Just then
he came to a big rock, half as big as a house, and leaped upon it. The
wolves were close behind, and so furious that they were almost or quite
blind. One rushed around the rock one way, and the other the other way.
They met on the farther side, and each thought he had caught Uncle
Henry, and they began to fight like cats and dogs. Pretty soon they
stopped to rest, and saw their mistake, and Uncle Henry said he never
saw two wolves look so disgusted."

"Do you believe _that_ story?" asked Ralph.

"Well," answered grandma, "it does seem to have its hard points. I think
he may have stretched it a little."

"Tell me a true wolf story, grandma," pleaded Ralph.

"I'm afraid I don't know any more wolf stories--except the one about
Little Red Riding-hood. Once on a time--"

"Oh, I've heard that, grandma. Tell me another about your uncle Henry."

"Well, another time, when Uncle Henry was living in Vermont a long time
ago, two wolves came and sat down on his door-step. His