"It's time to go to work," said the little brown Dream. "I'm not ready to go to work," said Marjorie, crossly, turning over and snuggling her head more comfortably into her pillow. The Dream said nothing. He only sat on the foot-board and swung his feet. By and by Marjorie turned over again, -and then again, -and then at last she sat up, exclaiming angrily: "I wish you wouldn't bother me I want to go to sleep