As soon as the Driver of the Dream Coach had unharnessed his horses he went to these angels and planned his next trip. What a busy night it was to be! If I should use all the paper and all the pencils in the world I could not begin to tell you about all the dreams he arranged to carry to the sleeping world.
And yet there was one child who was nearly forgotten, a little Princess whose name had been written at the top of a new page which the Driver had neglected to turn in his hurry.
“Surely you are not going to forget the little Princess on her birthday!” pleaded the little angels, turning the page.
“Oh, dear!” said the Driver. “That will never do; now, will it? And yet—I simply can’t pack another dream into the Coach. I’m sorry, but I’m afraid——”
“Oh, dear!” echoed the angels.
“Perhaps——”
Just then one of the youngest angels, who happened to be leaning over the parapet of Paradise, saw the Princess begin to cry, and took in the situation instantly. So he hurried to the others and suggested that he himself should carry a dream to the little Princess.
The Driver of the Dream Coach thought this was a splendid idea and thanked him again and again for his help.
That is how the seven white dreams of the King’s little daughter were carried to her by an angel, and as you know (or if you don’t, I will tell you) the dreams carried in the moonbeam basket of the angels are the most beautiful of all.
What did the Princess dream?