Little Lasse rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and looked around him. Everything was the same as before ; the crow in the birch tree, the cat on the grass, and the pea-shell fleet on the shore. Some of the ships had foundered, and some had drifted back to land. Hercules had come back with its cargo from Asia, The Flea had arrived from Polynesia, and the other parts of the world were just where they were before.
Little Lasse did not know what to think. He had so often been in that grotto in the ' Land of Nod ' and did not know what tricks dreams can play. But Little Lasse did not trouble his head with such things ; he gathered together his boats and walked up the shore back to the house.
His brother and sister ran to meet him, and called out from the distance, ' Where have you been so long, Lasse ? Come home and get some bread-and-butter.' The kitchen door stood open, and inside was heard a strange frizzling.
The gardener was near the gate, watering the dill and parsley, the carrots and parsnips.
' Well,' he said, ' w here has Little Lasse been so long ? '
Little Lasse straightened himself up stiff, and answered : ' I have sailed round the world in a pea-shell boat.'
' Oh ! ' said the gardener.
He had forgotten Dreamland. But you have not forgotten it; you know that it exists. You know the beautiful grotto and the bright silver walls whose lustre never fades, the sparkling diamonds which never grow dim, the music which never ceases its low, soft murmur through the sweet evening twilight. The airy fairy fancies of happy Dreamland never grow old ; they, like the glorious stars above us, are always young. Perhaps you have caught a glimpse of their ethereal wings as they flew around your pillow. Perhaps you have met