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 "But how was it chasing you? Did it have arms and legs and a face?"

"No-o," said Marjorie, "I told you that was just an ordinary tea-cup, a white, thick one without any handle, like the ones they use in restaurants."

"And what did you think that the tea-cup was going to do to you if it caught you?"

"I don't know. I wasn't thinking—I was just running."

"There are lots of people in this world who are not thinking—just running."

Marjorie nodded soberly.

"And lots of them are running from things no more dangerous than a ferocious tea-cup."

"But I was asleep," said Marjorie.

"And there are ever so many other people asleep," said the Dream;—"and being chased by tea-cups—and feather-dusters—and baked apples and all sorts of things like that. I can tell you it keeps them running! Why, I've known a man to run a mile from a mustard