Resting place? What a mistake! The Driver of the Dream Coach never rests. You see, there are so many things to do even when he is carrying no passengers. There are new dreams to invent: queer dreams, funny dreams, fairy dreams, goblin dreams, happy dreams, exciting dreams, short dreams, long dreams, brightly colored dreams, and dreams made out of shadows and mist that vanish as soon as one opens one’s eyes. Then there is the very bothersome matter of keeping the records straight, records of those who deserve good dreams, those who need cheering with ridiculous dreams, and those, alas, who have been bad and naughty and have to be punished (how the little Driver hates this!) with nightmares. It is hard to keep all those dreams from getting mixed up, there are so many of them. Indeed, sometimes, they do get mixed up, and a good child, who was meant to have a dream as pretty as a pansy or as funny as a frog, gets a nightmare by mistake. But the Driver of the Dream Coach tries as hard as he possibly can never to let this happen. He has so very much to do that he never would catch up with his work no matter how quickly his beautiful horses galloped from star to star, from world to world, if there was not some one to help him. There are little angels who help the Driver of the Dream Coach. In their gold and white book they keep a record of every one on earth. As soon as the Driver of the Dream Coach had unharnessed his horses he went to these angels and planned his next trip. What a busy night it was to be! If I should use all the paper and all the pencils in the world I could not begin to tell you about all the dreams he arranged to carry to the sleeping world. And yet there was one child who was nearly forgotten, a little Princess whose name had been written at the top of a new page which the Driver had neglected to turn in his hurry. “Surely you are not going to forget the little Princess on her birthday!” pleaded the little angels, turning the page. “Oh, dear!” said the Driver. “That will never do; now, will it? And yet—I simply can’t pack another dream into the Coach. I’m sorry, but I’m afraid——” “Oh, dear!” echoed the angels. “Perhaps——” Just then one of the youngest angels, who happened to be leaning over the parapet of Paradise, saw the Princess begin to cry, and took in the situation instantly. So he hurried to the others and suggested that he himself should carry a dream to the little Princess. The Driver of the Dream Coach thought this was a splendid idea and thanked him again and again for his help. That is how the seven white dreams of the King’s little daughter were carried to her by an angel, and as you know (or if you don’t, I will tell you) the dreams carried in the moonbeam basket of the angels are the most beautiful of all. What did the Princess dream? That you shall hear. [Illustration]