was a light in the room, and the sight which met her eyes almost
made her cry out.

On the floor stood Dolly Dimple in her very best frock, and Mr.
Jollyman was asking her to dance with him.

Teddy Bear was at work on the big drum, and the clown was turning the
organ to make music for the dolls to dance to.

The tin soldiers, on the backs of cows, pigs, and sheep from the
Noah's Ark were having a sham fight.

The dolls from the dolls' house were going for a ride in the big horse
and cart.

"It is too bad of them to go and have a good time like this when I am
in bed," thought Babs, "and I am going to take Dolly Dimple away with
me all the same."

But when she tried to pick up the doll and carry her off, Mr. Jollyman
flew at her in a fury.

He began to kick her bare legs till Babs thought she would have no
shins left at all; but she would not run away.

"I want Dolly Dimple," she said. "She is my doll, and you have no
right to try to keep her away from me."

"She is yours in the day, but not at night," was the reply.

"How do you think we toys could live if we had no life but the one
we endure at your hands? It is in the night that we live and have our
good times, for we know you are safe in bed then."

"I don't care what you say; I will have her," cried Babs, very angry
now.

She tried once more to get hold of Dolly Dimple; but before she could
do so, Mr. Jollyman turned to the soldiers, and said the one word,
"Charge."

There was a great noise and a rush, and right down upon the little
girl came camels, horses, lions, tigers, sheep, and pigs.

But just as she thought her last hour was come, she heard, the word
"Halt," and then the sound of Dolly Dimple saying, "No, don't kill
her. She is very good to me most of the time."

The rest of the dolls had begun to dance once more, but Dolly Dimple
came up to the little girl and took hold of her arm.

"I am queen here in the night," she said. "I will not hurt you, as you
have been good to me, and I know you love me. If you like, I will come
and stay with you till you go to sleep. Pick me up."

So Babs picked up the doll, and took it back to bed with her, and
hugged it in her arms.

* * * * *

THE TALE OF PETER RABBIT

BY BEATRIX POTTER

Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names
were--Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-Tail, and Peter. They lived with their
Mother in a sandbank, underneath the root of