Suddenly a thought crossed Teddy's mind, and he cried, "Why, Ellen, I
thought you were lame!"

"So I am," said the little girl.

"But you can run and float."

"Yes, I know, but that's because I'm dreaming."

"Why, no, Ellen, you can't be dreaming," said Teddy, "for I'm here too."

"Well, I don't know," said Ellen, "but I think I'm dreaming, because
I've often dreamed this way before."

Teddy thought of this for a little while, but it was not pleasant to
think that he was in a dream. After a while he said: "Ellen, don't you
know, if you're lame you ought to go to a hospital? My mamma says so,
and my papa says so too."

An ugly expression came into Ellen's face. "That's all you know about
it," she cried. "You don't catch me going to a hospital. Why, I heard of
a girl that went to a hospital and--"

She was interrupted by a soft burst of laughter, and looking about Teddy
saw that he and she had floated right into midst of a group of little
children, who were running along the rainbow bridge. They were all such
pretty little children, with soft shining faces and bare feet, but they
did not quite look like any children that Teddy had ever seen before.

Each little child carried in its hand a bunch of flowers, and they were