He stopped. Rudolf, in his pajamas, with his ruffled locks, tin
sword, and angry expression, did not answer very closely to
this description. The Cook-who-liked-living-in-the-Country, the
Gardener-with-the-Generous-Disposition, and several other Good Dreams
burst out laughing. Only the False Hare kept a solemn expression, but
Rudolf knew very well what _that_ meant.

The Sandman continued: "Number two. Little girl: modest and timid in
her manners, not apt to address her elders until spoken to--hair
braided neatly and tied with blue ribbon--white apron over dark
dress--doing patchwork with a pleased expression. Has not forgotten
thimble--"

Here Sandy was interrupted by the Cook and the Gardener, who declared
that if he didn't stop they'd die a-laughin', that they would! The
False Hare wiped away a tear, and none of the dreams seemed to
consider the description correct. Sandy shook his head again, as he
glanced at Ann in her nighty, her ruffled curls tumbling over her
flushed face--Ann without patchwork, thimble, or pleased expression!

"Afraid you won't do, miss," said he, looking quite sorry for her.
"Let's see what's next. Number three"--he read--"Very small boy: clean
blue sailor suit--white socks--looks sorry for--"

All turned to look at Peter, but Peter was not looking sorry for
anything--Peter was not there! Ann gave a hasty look all round the
glade, then burst into tears.

"Oh, Rudolf," she cried, "what shall we do? He's gone--he's slipped