dream, the air sent up incense of aromatic smells, flying fairies made room for the sledge to pass; the world, unconscious what it did, breathed benediction, and in turn received a blessing as it slept,—a Christmas blessing.
"Off again. More sea, tumbling and tossed; then a great steamship, down whose funnel St. Nicholas dropped a parcel or two. Then another country, with atmosphere heavy with savory scents,—of doughnuts, of pumpkin pies, of apple turnovers, all of which had been cooked the day before. These dainties stay on earth, and are eaten; but their smell goes up into the clouds, and the ghosts dine upon it. The Cat licked her lips. Flying gives appetite. 'When morning comes,' she thought, 'Gretchen will smuggle me a breakfast.' But morning was long in coming, and there were many little ones to serve in that wonderful new land.
"And now, another continent passed, another ocean came in view. Island after island rose and sank; but the sledge did not stop. Then a
