Now, missy, you're just fairly worn out, and you shall shut your eyes and go to sleep." Poor little Daisy was so weary and weak that she absolutely did close her eyes, and comforted and soothed by Poppy's presence, she fell into a short and uneasy doze.

She awoke in about an hour, and lay quite still, with her eyes wide open.

Poppy said something to her, but she replied, in an imploring tone.
"Please let me think.

I had a dream when I was asleep.

I did something in the dream, and I think I'll do it now really--only you must let me think Poppy." "Think, away, pretty little miss," said Poppy: "and while you are worriting your poor little brain over thoughts I'll take it upon me to prepare a bit of dinner for you." Poppy made some tea, and boiled an egg, and toasted some bread to a light and tempting brown.