"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 sha'n't," said the ugly dream. "She ain't going to have any
dream but me, and I'm going to look just as ugly as I can. I'm going to
do this way," and the naughty little dream put his thumbs in the corners
of his mouth, drawing it wide, and at the same time drew down the
outside corners of his eyes with his forefingers, just as Teddy had seen
the boys at school do sometimes. Then the dream hopped up into the air
and cut a caper. "Ho, ho!" he cried, "won't it be fun? You can come
along and see me frighten her, if you want to." This last he said to
Teddy.

Teddy thought him a very naughty, ugly-tempered little dream, but still
he went with him, wondering all the time how he could induce him to let