“Why, Fred! what is the trouble?” and he looked up. There was mamma.
“I don’t like Wide-Awake Land,” cried Fred. “I will go to sleep when you want me to after this.”
“I think you are dreaming, Fred,” replied mamma.
“I was, but I am awake now.”
“Well, dear, you are in Sleepy Land now. So good night, and pleasant dreams.”
ELIZA M. SHERMAN.
