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 plaster—and then get down and cuddle close to it as soon as it caught him."

"I don't blame him for running from that," said Marjorie;—"I'd run faster than from a tea-cup."

"Neither do I," said the Dream;—"but the funny thing was to see him cuddle right down beside it and sizzle, when it would have been so much easier to just wake up."

"Waking up isn't always so very easy," said Marjorie decidedly.

"It is if people don't go to sleep with cotton in their ears."

"Do some people sleep with cotton in their ears?" Marjorie looked doubtful.

"Surely,—prejudice cotton. If they would make use of some real wide-awake moment in which to put it under a fair, clean mental microscope, they wouldn't use it any more;—it's all full of live, crawling mistakes,—ugh!"

"But don't those harm their ears?"

"They certainly do. Sometimes they eat clear into their brains and make holes