132 WHAT DAISY SAW ONE NIGHT.

Come, now—will you please to get up, miss? It is high
time!”

Oh, how glad Daisy felt! she could not be pleased enough
to find herself in her own little bed, and that the bright morn-
ing had come with gay sunshine to stream in at her window,
instead of being down in a dark hole.

“Vet the feasting part was very nice,” she thought; “if
only there had been just a 4¢¢/e more to eat, and not such
uninteresting food, and the creatures not quite so NOIS Yea
must save up that dream to tell mother. How she will laugh
about the ‘glorious dormouse!’”

But when Daisy remembered the jokes about the mush-
room and the “bawl” they seemed the worst she had ever
heard in all her life, and quite too idiotic to be repeated,
although in her dream they had been brilliant.

Ah, it is wonderful how easily contented the folks in
dreamland are, with a very small scrap of wit! When they
wake up it is quite different. Perhaps it is a pity that they are
so much harder to amuse then.

“T shouldn’t mind going to bed half so much,” said Daisy
to nurse, as her boots were being laced, “if I could always
make sure of doing such amusing things after I was asleep as
I did last night. You will see to-night, nurse dear, that I shall
quite want to go.”

But nurse found nothing of the kind; for long before bed-
time came Daisy had forgotten the whole matter, and was as
difficult to persuade as ever.

“Tt is so very, very dull in bed!” said she.