Ho, Nan, I say! Bet!" A dim form appeared at his side, and a voice said-- "Wilt deign to deliver thy commands ?" "Commands?
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O, woe is me, I know thy voice! Speak thou--who am I ?" "Thou?
In sooth, yesternight wert thou the Prince of Wales; to-day art thou my most gracious liege, Edward, King of England." Tom buried his head among his pillows, murmuring plaintively-- "Alack, it was no dream! Go to thy rest, sweet sir--leave me to my sorrows." Tom slept again, and after a time he had this pleasant dream.

He thought it was summer, and he was playing, all alone, in the fair meadow called Goodman's Fields, when a dwarf only a foot high, with long red whiskers and a humped back, appeared to him suddenly and said, "Dig by that stump." He did so, and found twelve bright new pennies--wonderful riches! Yet this was not the best of it; for the dwarf said-- "I know thee.