So Teddy sat down on the edge of the hole, and grasped the dream's
shadowy fingers in his. Then they pushed themselves off the edge, and
down they went through the darkness.

Teddy felt so frightened for a minute that he quite lost his breath, but
he held on tight to the dream's fingers, and soon they landed, as softly
and lightly as a feather, right in the nursery of Aunt Paulina's house,
and the pretty dream was still following them.

"And now begins the fun," whispered the dream.

The house was very still, for everyone was fast asleep. The moon shone
in through the window, making the room bright, and beyond the open
closet door Teddy could see the toys all arranged in order just as
Harriett had left them, (for she was a tidy little girl), and Harriett
herself was tucked into her little white bed in the room beyond.

Teddy felt so sorry to think of her having such an ugly dream that he
stood still. "You won't frighten her very much, will you?" he asked.

"Yes, I shall!" said the ugly dream. "I'll frighten her just as much as
ever I can; I'll make her cry."

"No, you mustn't," said Teddy, almost crying himself. "I won't let you."

"You can't help it," cried the dream, tauntingly.

Suddenly a bright thought came into Teddy's mind. "Anyway, you're not so
very ugly," he said. "Harriet has a Jack-in-the-box that's a great
deal--oh! ever so much uglier than you."