“What makes me dream, mama?” asked Posy.
“O, things you talk about, hear about, and think about.”
“Meow-wow! ou-ou-wow!” remarked Posy’s cat. She was saying that now she understood the reason of her own dream.
Posy’s cat had a very short, stubby tail, while she liked very much better to see long glossy tails, and wished every day of her life that her tail was long and handsome.
In her dream she was sitting on the gate-post, and had a long glossy tail that reached all the way down and lay on the ground, and was so beautiful that rats came into the yard to look at it and admire it.
“I wish dreams could come true,” said Posy.
THE DREAM.
“Ow-wow-ow!” said Posy’s cat; that meant, “I do too.”
Laura Hewells.