"Of course!" said Eva. "We danced and danced and had just a lovely
time together, and then I had to go and wake up."
"Oh, oh, oh, I wish I could have a dream like that!" cried little Susy;
and she went and lay down on the couch right away, to see if she
couldn't go to sleep and dream about fairies, too.
But when she wakened, she said that all she could dream about was just
a lot of little frogs sitting up very straight on the bank of a brook,
with a great, big frog on a great, big log talking to them.
"I think that was a lovely dream," said Laura; and then little Susy
was happy.
"Now let's read some more stories," said Eva, and perhaps next time
we'll see some really-truly fairies.
—Fannie E. Ostrander.
Kate and Dick had a good many pets. There were Frisk and Ponto and Fuss and another little dog called Fly. There was the pony, Fleet, and the newest pet of all was a dear little colt that Kate's papa had given to her for her very own because the pony she rode really belonged to Dick.
