im, and as if he had not seen it for years.

He had felt just as well as ever until he tried to chase the cat,
Muggins, down the hall, and then his legs had given way in a funny, weak
fashion that made him laugh.

After dinner Muggins followed him upstairs, and curling down under a
chair went fast asleep. Teddy took his blocks and built them about the
chair, so that when the cat woke he found himself built up inside a
little house.

However, a door had been left, and he poked his nose and his paw through
it, and then the whole front wall went down with a noisy clatter, and
Muggins scampered down to the kitchen with his tail on end. Teddy had to
laugh; he looked so funny.

Papa came home from his office earlier than usual that afternoon,
bringing with him a bundle of long, smooth sticks and a roll of tissue
papers, and spent all the rest of the time between that and supper in
making a great kite for Teddy. He told the little boy that if the next
day were fine he would fly it for him, and that he might ask some of the
boys to come and help.

Teddy had never seen such a large kite before. When papa stood it up it
was a great deal taller than the little boy himself. The gold star that
was pasted on where the sticks crossed was just on a level with his
eyes.

So much seemed to have happened that day that very soon after supper
Teddy felt tired and was quite willing to let mamma undress him and put
him to bed.

It felt very good to lie down between the cool sheets again, and very
soon Teddy's eyelids began to blink heavily, and he was already drifting
off into that blissful feeling that comes just as one is going to sleep,
when he became dimly conscious of a faint sound of music.

At first, half asleep as he was, he thought that it must be little
Cousin Harriett winding up the music-box in the room, and then he
suddenly started into consciousness with the remembrance that he was
alone and that it couldn't be Cousin Harriett. She was at home; in bed
perhaps, already.

The music seemed to sound quite near him, and it was very sweet and
soft. Now that he was awake it sounded more like the voice of the
singing garden than anything else.

Suddenly a faint rosy light appeared at the foot of the bed, and
standing in it was the most beautiful lady that Teddy had ever seen.
She was quite tall,--as tall as his own mother, and not even the fairy
Rosine, or the Bird-maiden,--no, nor the Princess Aureline herself, had
been h