t is where the dreams live, and every
evening they go sailing past here, on their way to the people who are
asleep, and I generally come down to see them go by. Look! look! There
goes one now."

A little boat, as pale and light as a bubble, was gliding through the
mist; in it was seated a gray figure, and as it passed the island it
turned its face toward them and waved a shadowy hand. Presently two more
boats slid silently by, and then another. "Oh, I know that dream!" cried
Teddy; "I dreamed that dream once myself."

Now there was a little pause, and then the dreams began to go past so
fast that Teddy lost count of them.

At last one of the boats gilded out of the line of the rest, and over
toward where Teddy was standing, running up smoothly onto the gray
beach, and out of it hopped a queer, ugly little dream, with pop eyes
and big hands and feet. As soon as he found himself on shore he cut a
caper and cracked his shadowy fingers.

"Who are you?" asked Teddy, curiously.

"Oh, I'm just a dream," said the little figure.

"Well, what are you coming here for?" asked Teddy; "I'm not asleep."

"I know you're not," said the dream, "and I'm not coming to you. I'm
going to a little girl named Harriett."

"Oh, I know her!" cried Teddy. "She's my cousin. But why are you her
dream? You're not pretty."

"I know I'm not pretty," answered the dream, "and that's why I'm going
to her. She was to have had such a pretty dream to-night, but she ate
a piece of plum-cake before she went to bed, so now I'm going to her
instead of the other one."

"What was the other one like?" asked Teddy.

"There it is," said the dream, pointing toward the boat. And now Teddy
saw that another gray figure was in it. As he looked, it slowly and
sorrowfully stepped from the boat and came up the beach toward them. It
was very beautiful, and in its hand it carried a great bunch of shining
bubbles, fastened to a stick by parti-colored ribbons, just as Teddy had
seen Italians carrying balloons, only these bubble-balloons were growing
and shrinking and changing every moment, just as though they were alive.

As she came toward them the ugly dream frowned and shook his hands at
her. "Go away! Go away!" he cried. "There's no use your following me
around this way. You sha'n't be dreamed to-night."

"I think you might let me go into her dream with you," said the pretty
dream, sorrowfully. "She didn't know she oughtn't to eat the plum-cake."

"Well, you