The horse pricked up his ears and jogged along in a very sleepy sort of a way, and Tina began to get sleepy too.
She felt herself nodding, nodding, when all at once the horse kicked up his heels, and over Tina went, right into a snow-bank.
She sat up rubbing her eyes, and looked around for the horse, but he was nowhere in sight. The rose too was gone, but there by her side was the fan.
CLOUD COUNTRY.
“You must have dropped from the clouds,” said Tina.
“So I did.”
“Who is I?”
“Look up, and you will see.”
Tina looked up, and saw nothing but a little white cloud floating along. It came nearer and nearer, and a voice said “Come!”