CHAPTER XLVII 



THE DREAM 



It was night, and I thought that Tommy had 

 a wonderful dream; although in the morning I 

 wasn't sure whether Tommy dreamed, or whether 

 it was I who dreamed Tommy's dream for him. 

 I wasn't sure whether it was near the Fourth of 

 July, or near Christmas, or whether there were any 

 real people in the dream. 



It seemed that Tommy was asleep by the side 

 of Old Adam, and that a number of beautiful 

 flowers walked before him, in a procession as long 

 as that of a President. Each flower nodded to 

 him as it passed ; but I couldn't remember ever hav- 

 ing seen one of them before. The first one was a 

 white flower as smooth as wax. It hung its head 

 under large, green leaves, which were hard to see 

 because they wrapped themselves around a beauti- 

 ful book. 



" So you are Wake-robin," Tommy said in the 

 dream, " and you are carrying away the prize that 

 none of us won by finding you in May or June? 

 I'd like to see that book and to know just where 

 you hid yourself." 



The flower gave a little laugh and said: " Ten 

 times ten you passed me by in the wood. I hid 



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