inner you ever ate,

"A whale fish steak,
And some sea gull eggs,
And a pint of sea cow's milk,
Green sea weed sauce
And water cress
And oysters served on silk."

But, would you believe it, little Mary Louise didn't feel hungry.
Instead she asked the duck sailor to take her back to the boat and to
sail away, over the ocean's misty spray, until they should come to the
Land of Nod where sleep is sent by the Little Dream God.

As soon as she and the little white duck reached this wonderful little
land, they became sleepy and their eyes winked and blinked and pretty
soon they both lay down on the soft grass and went sound to sleep. And
then the twinkle, twinkle star shone down with its pretty golden eye
and sang a sleepy lullaby,

"Over the ocean cool and sweet
Up to the sea grass's waving feet
Blows the wind from the rainbow west
Whispering low, 'It is time for rest.'"

Toy Land

Now, when Mary Louise and the little white sailor duck woke up in the
land of Nod, they both rubbed their eyes to make sure who stood there
dressed in pink pajamas and little starry crown.

It was the little Dream God. In his hand he carried a silver wand, in
the handle of which was a little whistle which made a soft sound when
he blew upon it.

"Did you have a good sleep?" he asked, and with a laugh, he took off
his crown and sat down on the grass. And oh, what a sweet laugh it
was. Just like the tinkle of a far-away bell or the ripple of a little
brook.

Well, after a little talk, the big Dream Bird came out of his wicker
cage and said: "I'm going to take Mary Louise for a ride," and away he
flew, while the little white sailor duck went back to his boat and
sailed away, too, over the ocean big and blue.

"Where would you like to go?" asked the Dream Bird. "I'm the bird who
brings dreams to people. Dreams of doing great big wonderful things,
you know. Not sleepy dreams."

"Take me to some place that is different from anything I've ever seen,"
answered Mary Louise.

So the big Dream Bird scratched his head with his foot, but for a long
time he couldn't tell where to go.

Well, anyway, by and by, not so very long, for the big Dream Bird kept
flying on as he scratched his head with his foot, they came to Toy Land
where all the toys of the world are made by little dwarfs and fairies.

"Now I'll leave you," said the big Dream Bird, and he flew away,
leaving little Mary Louise in front of a pret