308 THE DREAM 



" Goodness 1 " Tommy cried out in the dream, 

 as he caught the fragrance of the Primrose's pale 

 yellow flowers, and a red and yellow flower pushed 

 it along. " What a wonderful creature you are. 

 iYou must be called Milkweed. I can tell that by 

 the shape of your flowers." 



This flower also laughed, and it was a sort of 

 crow. " Indeed," it said, " my name is Butterfly- 

 weed. I am a Milkweed, to be sure, and the hand- 

 somest one of the family. Next year perhaps you 

 will visit me. I live in a rocky place by Miss 

 Amelia's woods. Lucy, in the brown house, knows 

 me well." 



The flower crowed again, and made Tommy 

 feel very much ashamed that he had not found it 

 without having to be told its bunk. A flight of 

 butterflies passed along beside it, and Tommy won- 

 dered if they could be the kind his caterpillar would 

 turn into after he had had it in a paper box long 

 enough, and fed it a rose leaf a day. 



" I'll give that ugly worm two lumps of sugar 

 if it will make him come out as beautiful as you 

 are," he said in a sleepy, half-awake whisper. 



The butterflies didn't seem to hear, for they went 

 by so quickly, only a little one near the end turned 

 back and said: " Punch another hole in the box to 

 give your caterpillar plenty of air, and don't throw 

 him away when he weaves a warm and snug little 

 house for himself." 



" Indeed, I know the look of a cocoon," Tommy 



