period, which she had dreamed of seeing crawl across the roof of the house. On another occasion she had a frightful dream—at least, it seemed frightful while she told us and described the dreadful feeling it had given her—of being chased around the parlour by the ottoman, which made faces at her. She drew a picture of the grimacing ottoman on the margin of her dream book which so scared Sara Ray when she beheld it that she cried all the way home, and insisted on sleeping that night with Judy Pineau lest the furniture take to pursuing her also.
Sara Ray's own dreams never amounted to much. She was always in trouble of some sort—couldn't get her hair braided, or her shoes on the right feet. Consequently, her dream book was very monotonous. The only thing worth mentioning in the way of dreams that Sara Ray ever achieved was when she dreamed that she went up in a balloon and fell out.
"I expected to come down with an awful thud," she said, shuddering, "but I lit as light as a feather and woke right up."
"If you hadn't woke up you'd have died," said Peter with a dark significance. "If you dream of falling and don't wake you do land with a thud and it kills you. That's what happens to people who die in their sleep."
"How do you know?" said Dan skeptically. "Nobody who died in his sleep could ever tell it."
"My Aunt Jane told me so," said Peter.
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