"Won't you tell me all about it?" asked Mother.
George thought for a long time, then shook his head. "It's all gone again," he said. "I can only just remember that I went for a long walk with Alexander, and we came to such a wonderful place. I think I met Nurse there, but she looked quite different ... and yet she was just the same."
Nurse smiled.
"Were you really there?" asked George.
"Perhaps," she replied. "Now it's time for your medicine."
By the time he had finished his medicine George had forgotten about the dream, but he kept remembering it in bits all day long.
Alexander looked delighted when George was allowed to get up and come into the garden. Perhaps he knew all about the dream, for he would often stop when he was digging up a bone, and look as if he were trying to remember something.
Dogs have splendid dreams sometimes. When they give short little barks in their sleep they must be chasing cats. But what do cats dream about?
The doctor did not look at all solemn to-day. He sat in the garden and talked to George about motor-cars and aeroplanes. But George was all the time trying to remember his dream, and told the doctor little bits of it whenever he remembered.