“Now, Kitty, let’s consider who it was that dreamed it all. This is a serious question, my dear, and you should _not_ go on licking your paw like that—as if Dinah hadn’t washed you this morning! You see, Kitty, it _must_ have been either me or the Red King. He was part of my dream, of course—but then I was part of his dream, too! _Was_ it the Red King, Kitty? You were his wife, my dear, so you ought to know—Oh, Kitty, _do_ help to settle it! I’m sure your paw can wait!” But the provoking kitten only began on the other paw, and pretended it hadn’t heard the question. Which do _you_ think it was? A boat beneath a sunny sky, Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July— Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hear— Long has paled that sunny sky: Echoes fade and memories die. Autumn frosts have slain July. Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes. Children yet, the tale to hear, Eager eye and willing ear, Lovingly shall nestle near. In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream— Lingering in the golden gleam— Life, what is it but a dream? THE END