" He walked back to his pile of sacks, and picked up another
of them. "Now then," said he, examining the label, "who's next?
Aha--Miss Jane Mackenzie!"
The children could hardly believe their ears. "Oh, Ruddy," whispered
Ann in Rudolf's ear, "what kind of dreams do you suppose Aunt Jane
will get?"
"Sh! Listen, he's going to tell us," answered Rudolf.
The Sandman was gravely consulting his list.
"M-hm--Cook-that-likes-living-in-the-Country! Step this way, ma'am,
and don't take any more room than you can help. New Non-fadable Cheap
but Elegant Parlor Curtains--One Able-bodied Intelligent Gardener,
with a Generous Disposition--hurry the gentleman forward, boys, he's a
curiosity! What's next? Aha! One niece, two nephews--three perfectly
good children." Sandy paused, stared about him at the throng of
jumping, pushing dreams--then added: "Don't see 'em."
"Why, yes you do!" Ann was pulling impatiently at the Sandman's
sleeve--"Here you are." Then she turned to Rudolf and whispered
excitedly: "Don't you see? We must make the Sandman believe we are
Aunt Jane's Good Dreams, and then he'll send us back to her."
"I'd like a ride on that slide, all right!" returned Rudolf.
"But I doesn't want to go back to Aunt Jane yet," came the voice of
Peter clearly from behind them. "I shan't go till I've seen the Bad
Dreams.
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