They thought the new non-fadable curtains were packed in somewhere, they thought they saw the kindly face of old Sandy peeping into the mouth of the sack at them while the whole troop of Good Dreams pushed and crowded one another to peer at them over his shoulder. Among all the familiar faces were some they had almost forgotten but were not sorry to see again: the Lady Goose, waving her spoon; the Gentleman Goose, and Squealer and Squawker, his two little duck apprentices; the cheerful grinning countenances of Prowler and Growler, the mates, with Toddles and Towser the common sea-cats. But at the last all grew dim, faded, melted into mist until two figures only stood out clearly and distinctly. One was the Corn-cob Queen smiling and waving her tiny hand in loving farewell, the other that of a little boy in long trousers and a frill collar, a merry-faced boy with a toy sword buckled round his waist and a toy ship in his hand. Though they had not seen him until now, the children recognized him at once. It was the little boy Aunt Jane had told them of--the Little Boy who Went Away to Sea. It was also the Commander-in-Chief of the tin soldiers, whom the Queen had said they might be allowed to see, if they were good. Just then the children began to feel it impossible to keep their eyes open any longer. They heard the voices of all their friends calling "Good-by", but they could not answer. They tried to get one more glimpse of the Good Dreams, but their eyes dropped shut--they were far away. In the morning Aunt Jane woke to find all three children in her room. Ann jumped into bed on one side of her, Peter, holding Mittens, snuggled himself on the other, and Rudolf bestrode the foot. "Why, good morning, dears," she said. "Did you sleep well in the big bed?" The children looked at one another thoughtfully. "Did you have good dreams?" asked Aunt Jane politely. "I did, I dreamt about you three all night." "We had funny dreams," said Rudolf, "at least, I suppose they were--" He stopped, looking very puzzled. "We woke up laughing," Ann said, "and we got right out of bed to come quickly to tell you something awful funny that happened to us, but now--" "Now we've forgotten it!" finished Rudolf sadly. Peter said nothing at all. He looked very grave and thoughtful and squeezed Mittens just a little--only a little too hard. The kitten gave a slight squeak. "Will you be good now?" whispered Peter in his furry ear. "Will you never run away no more--_never_?" But Mittens would not answer.