the pretty dream go to Harriett, and as they walked up the road together
the pretty dream still followed them, carrying her bunch of bubbles.

They went on and on, until they came to a place where the ground was
rough, and broken up with a number of black holes. The ugly dream went
from one to another of these, pausing, and laying his ear to their
edges.

"What are you doing?" asked Teddy.

"Hush! can't you see I'm listening?" said the dream crossly.

At last, after pausing at one of them, he turned to Teddy and nodded his
head. "This is it," he said; "this is where Harriett lives."

"Why, it isn't at all!" cried Teddy, indignantly. "My cousin Harriett
doesn't live in a hole! She lives in a great big house with doors and
windows."

"Well, anyway, this is her chimney," said the dream, "and it's the only
way to get into her house from here. If you want to come, come; and if
you don't want to, why, stay," and the dream sat down on the edge of the
hole.

Teddy hesitated. "If I went down that way, I think I'd fall and hurt
myself," he said at last.

"Pooh! No, you wouldn't if you took my hand," said the dream. "I always
go this way, and it's as easy as anything."