"Well, why don't you grin too?" asked the Dream.
"Because there's nothing to grin about,—and I'm still too frightened, anyway. I was perfectly sure that it would catch me, and I ran—and ran—"
"But what was it?" asked the Dream.
"Why, it was a—a—" Marjorie hesitated. "Well," she said at last, "I suppose it was sort of funny, after all; but it didn't seem so the least bit, before I waked up."
"But what was it?" persisted the Dream.
"Well, it was a—a tea-cup."
"A tea-cup?"
"Yes, you know it was;—but it seemed different then, and I was dreadfully frightened."
"And it was chasing you? Was it a big tea-cup?"
"No, just the ordinary size."
"What was in it?"
"Nothing. I could see the bottom of it."
