At twelve o’clock that very night, the dream-elf flew through Anna’s open window, and beat on the drum of her ear. And she dreamed, and dreamed, and dreamed. She dreamed she was in a strange and far-off land where the air was filled with birds, and there was such a commotion that it deafened her. She couldn’t believe there were so many birds in all the world, and some of them were so large and fierce that they terrified her. At last she saw some bluebirds coming toward her; and they grew, and grew, and grew, until at last they were as big as cormorants. Then they threatened her with their beaks and screamed at her: “You would take our feathers, would you? Flint-hearted girl! Cruel! Cruel! Cruel!” But here General Grosbeak appeared on the scene, and commanded the chattering to cease. “This case,” said he, “must be tried by King Crest and his Council.” King Crest, as you must know, was King of Birdland, and he and his Council settled the affairs of his Kingdom. So King Crest and his Council called a meeting to decide what should be done if the bluebirds’ feathers were stolen, and after a long and angry debate it was decided that, in such an event, birds of all kinds should in future avoid the grounds around Templeton Hall, and that those who were already there should vacate their dwellings. “I move an amendment,” said Colonel Claw. “I move that Screech-owls and English sparrows annoy the Doctor’s family as much as possible, especially Anna.” “Colonel Claw, you’ll be promoted,” said the King. “A very good idea! All in favor of this amendment lift the right claw.” At this, every bird lifted the right claw, and the motion was carried. When the Council adjourned, all the birds passed Anna in single file, and each, as he passed her, pecked her on the arm or the face until she was black and blue. At this point, the dream-elf, thinking his work well done, hastened back to Mount Fern. On the way he met Tono floating about on the wings of song. Each elf related what he had done since they parted, and both laughed heartily at the fun they had had with the Giant World. “And now,” said Slumber, the dream-elf, “won’t you sing the Swan song before you retire?” “I can’t,” said Tono, “to so small an audience, but I’ll drink your health in a glass of honeydew before we say good-night.” 2 THE LAWN PARTY Early the next evening, Captain Featherweight commanded Iris-Wing to take a pitcher-plant and go in search of honeydew for breakfast. “And I’m tired of lilydew,” said the Captain, “get clover honeydew--and I prefer the red clover to the white.” At this command, the flower-elf hurried off in the direction of the apple orchard, for it was only yesterday that he had seen fine red clover under the apple trees.