"I don't believe it," said the dream.

"Yes, she has," said Teddy; "and it's right there in the closet."

"Then I'll get it, and make myself look like it." With that the dream
crawled into the closet, and pushed back the hook of the box where Jack
lived, and pop! up shot the most hideous little man that ever was seen,
with a bright red face and white whiskers. "Hi! he is ugly!" cried the
dream with delight, and sitting down before the box he began to make his
face like the Jack's.

Then softly and quickly Teddy closed the closet door, and turned the key
in the lock, fastening the dream in. "Hi there! let me out! let me out!"
cried the dream, beating softly on the door with its shadowy hands.

"No, I won't," cried Teddy. "You can just stay in there, you ugly dream,
for the pretty dream is going to Harriett now." Then he turned to the
pretty dream and took her by the hand, and her face shone as brightly as
one of her own bubbles.

Together they ran into Harriett's room, and there she lay in her little
white bed, with her eyes closed and her curls spread out over the
pillow, and when they came in she smiled in her sleep.

The dream shook the bubbles above the bed, and the dimples came into
Harriett's cheeks. "Oh! pretty, pretty!" she whispered with her eyes
still closed. "Oh, Teddy? isn't it pretty?"

"Yes, it is pretty!" cried Teddy.