through the window, making the room bright, and beyond the open
closet door Teddy could see the toys all arranged in order just as
Harriett had left them, (for she was a tidy little girl), and Harriett
herself was tucked into her little white bed in the room beyond.

Teddy felt so sorry to think of her having such an ugly dream that he
stood still. "You won't frighten her very much, will you?" he asked.

"Yes, I shall!" said the ugly dream. "I'll frighten her just as much as
ever I can; I'll make her cry."

"No, you mustn't," said Teddy, almost crying himself. "I won't let you."

"You can't help it," cried the dream, tauntingly.

Suddenly a bright thought came into Teddy's mind. "Anyway, you're not
so very ugly," he said. "Harriet has a Jack-in-the-box that's a great
deal--oh! ever so much uglier than you."

"I don't believe it," said the dream.

"Yes, she has," said Teddy; "and it's right there in the closet."

"Then I'll get it, and make myself look like it." With that the dream
crawled into the closet, and pushed back the hook of the box where Jack
lived, and pop! up shot the most hideous little man that ever was seen,
with a bright red face and white whiskers. "Hi! he is ugly!" cried the
dream with delight, and sitting down before the box he began to make his
face like the Jack's.

Then softly and quickly Teddy closed the closet door, and turned the key
in the lock, fastening the dream in. "Hi there! let me out! let me out!"
cried the dream, beating softly on the door with its shadowy hands.

"No, I won't," cried Teddy. "You can just stay in there, you ugly dream,
for the pretty dream is going to Harriett now." Then he turned to the
pretty dream and took her by the hand, and her face shone as brightly as
one of her own bubbles.

Together they ran into Harriett's room, and there she lay in her little
white bed, with her eyes closed and her curls spread out over the
pillow, and when they came in she smiled in her sleep.

The dream shook the bubbles above the bed, and the dimples came into
Harriett's cheeks. "Oh! pretty, pretty!" she whispered with her eyes
still closed. "Oh, Teddy? isn't it pretty?"

"Yes, it is pretty!" cried Teddy.

* * * * * * * *

"Did you call me, dear?" asked mamma, opening the door.

Teddy was back in his own room, and all he could see of the Counterpane
Fairy was the tip of her brown hood disappearing behind the counterpane
hill, and that was gone in an