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.