"Dreams don't mean anything,
Mary."

"Oh yes, they do!" the child assured
her, skipping along with one arm round
the girl's slender waist. "Mrs. Semple
has a dream-book, and she reads it to
me every day, an' she reads me what
my dreams mean. Sometimes I haven't
any dreams," Mary admitted, regretfully,
"but she reads all the same.
Did you ever dream about a black ox
walking on its back legs? I never did.
I don't want to. It means trouble."

"Goosey!" said Miss Philippa.

"If you dream of the moon," Mary
went on, happily, "it means you are
going to have a beau who'll love you."

"Little girls mustn't talk about love,"
Philippa said, gravely; but the color
came suddenly into her face. To dream
of the moon means--Why! but only
the night before she had dreamed that
she had been walking in the fields and
had seen the moon rise over shocks of
corn that stood against the sky like the