ost wonderful way, till at last he found himself right
up in the blue sky where he had so wished to be. And ever so many--lots
and lots of other little white things were floating or flying about,
and, looking closely at them, Ted saw that they were not little clouds
as they seemed at first, but wings--all pairs of beautiful white wings,
and dear little faces were peeping out from between them. They were all
little children like himself.

"Come and play, Ted, come and play. Ted, _Ted_, TED!" they cried so
loud, that Ted opened his eyes--his real waking eyes, not his dream
ones--sharply, and there he was, lying on the soft grass heap, not up
in the sky among the cloud-children at all!

At first he was rather disappointed. But as he was thinking to himself
whether it was worth while to try to go to sleep again and go on with
his dream, he heard himself called as before, "Ted, _Ted_, TED."

And looking up he forgot all about everything else when he saw, running
down the sloping banks as fast as his legs would carry him, Percy, his
dear Percy!

Ted jumped up--even his wounded leg couldn't keep him still now.

"Was it thoo calling me, Percy?" he said. "I was d'eaming, do thoo
know--_such_ a funny d'eam? But I'm so glad thoo's come back, Percy.
Oh, Ted _is_ so glad."

Then all the day's adventures had to be related--the accident with the
scissors and the drive in the wheelbarrow, and the funny dream. And in
his turn Percy had to tell of all he had seen and done and heard--the
shops he had been at in the little town, and what he had had for
luncheon and--and--the numberless trifles that make up the interest
of a child's day.

"Does thoo think there's any shop where we could get _wings_, Percy?"
asked Ted. He had the vaguest ideas as to what "shops" were, but Percy
had been telling him of the beautiful little boats he had seen at a
toy-shop in the market-place, "boats with white sails and all rigged
just like real ones;" and if boats with white sails were to be got, why
not white wings?

"Wings!" exclaimed Percy. "What sort of wings do you mean, Teddy?"

"Wings for little boys," Ted explained. "Like what I was d'eaming about.
It would be so nice to fly, Percy."

"Beautiful, wouldn't it?" agreed Percy. "But nobody can fly, Ted. Nobody
_could_ make wings that would be any use for people. People can't fly."

"But little boys, Percy," persisted Ted. "Little boys isn't so very
much bigger than birds. Oh, you don't know h