The San Francisco call., 1909-03-06

III Ellen saw it. before she was really
II half awake. 1t was sitting up on
the foot of her bed. one knee
crossed over the other, its head a little
on one side as though it were terribly
bothered over something, and there was
little address book in its hand.
Helen couldn't see the face at all.
1t wore a long gray. cloak with a little
pointed hood to it that looked as if it
were made of soft. fioating clouds like
you see drifting over the face of the
Moon Man sometimes.
1t was talking to itself as it turned
over the leaves of the address book
Florence, Monday night; Arthur,
Tuesday night; Laura, Wednesday
night; Earl. Thursday night; Helen
Helen-ohi''
1t stopped short ali at once as Helen
sneezed She tried to smother the
sneeze in the pink quilt, but it wouldn't t
smother, and just the minute that the
sneeze came the gray cloak seemed to
blow right up in the air and lose itself
like puff of smoke.
Are you still there?" asked Helen
anxiously. Il didn't mean to sneeze,
really and truly. 1t just happened, and
I couldn't step it. Won't you please
come back
Did you see me2' asked her visitor
from somewhere out of sight If YOU
saw me | shall have to come back, but
if you didn't it doesn't matter in the
least I'll bet two good dreams you
expected me and stayed awake on pur-
pose
I did not" exclaimed Helen. II
only opened my eyes a little bit and
sneezed Come on back and get
acquainted. I'm not afraid"
She was. just a little bit. but she
wouldn't show it, because fairies and
witches and all the small folk are so
afraid that people will be afraid of
them that they won't visit them at all,
the little gray figure came back and
sat down on the foot of the bed with
the hood pulled over its face.
I'm awfully afraid I've lost my way
tonight" it said plaintively. Last
night, on the way down to Earle's. l
met a runaway nightmare, and it near
ly scared me to death. So tonight l
came down by the star path just as
soon as the lights were shining, and
I'm bit late 1t gets so crowded after
s o'clock with the grown up dreams,
you know. I've never been out later
than half past seven before, and l
guess I lost myself tonight. Do you
think ! belong to you?"
How can l tell whether you do or
not?" asked Helen. laughing.
Well, what sort of a dream do you
generally have? There are four kinds
of us. Good ones. and better ones, and
bad ones, and worse ones"
What kind are you:' Helen sat up
in bed and made a tent of the bed
clothes with her knees. She was try
ing hard to remember her dreams, but
only little fragments from each one
here and there would come back to her.
HIM said the dream mysteriously.
Lets see That's telling. and we are
expressly told not TO go around telling
ourselves unless we are sure it's the
right one"
who said so?"
The Moon Man." answered the
dream.
But how can I know whether you
belong to me or not unless you tell
me?'
''I'll just tell you little of me- said
the dream, anxiously. Maybe you
can guess from that. Make believe
that you are asleep, though. 1t makes
me shy and nervous to tell myself to
people when they're awake"
Helen shut her eyes. not closely. just
half shut, but the dream didn't know
she could see it, and it stood up on the
foot of the bed and began to tell itself
to her