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."