"Did you have good dreams?" asked Aunt Jane politely. "I did, I dreamt about you three all night."
"We had funny dreams," said Rudolf, "at least, I suppose they were—" He stopped, looking very puzzled.
"We woke up laughing," Ann said, "and we got right out of bed to come quickly to tell you something awful funny that happened to us, but now—"
"Now we've forgotten it!" finished Rudolf sadly.
Peter said nothing at all. He looked very grave and thoughtful and squeezed Mittens just a little—only a little too hard. The kitten gave a slight squeak.
"Will you be good now?" whispered Peter in his furry ear. "Will you never run away no more—never?"
But Mittens would not answer.
