she saved George all the same.  Her piercing shriek brought the stately Miss Sibley and her mother to the door of their house, which is almost directly opposite Dan’s, and also caused Mrs. Mitchell and Mrs. Bell to become so nervous that they kept their children in the house for the rest of the day, when they heard of the dangerous adventure George had had, for they both arrived too late to witness the rescue.  The watchfulness and care they both bestowed on their little ones for the next week was so much time thrown away, however, for it so happened that no more fast teams came through that particular street for about a month.

Well, after the brave blonde, Maud Weldon, had become the heroine of the hour, she went into Dan’s cottage with Esther and Jane, who both ran out when they heard the scream.  Olive had already taken her boy in, washed his little hands and face, put on his clean over-dress, and was now holding him in her lap in the large rocking-chair.  Maud Weldon was in the parlor with Jane and Esther looking at the flowers and telling them about her new beau, how handsome he was, and that she intended to marry him if he asked her, winding up her conversation on the subject of beaux with the remark that she was bound not to die an old maid, but was going to get married for she wanted to have a house of her own to keep.  And so the conversation ran on between the three girls in the parlor until dinner was nearly ready, when Mrs. Hicks, Maud’s aunt, called her and she went home.

After dinner, Esther and Olive were washing the dishes in the kitchen and talking over George’s narrow escape, when Esther suddenly made up her mind to tell her sister what she was about to do when Jane’s rather unexpected return from the shop put an end to their conversation.  So after having put all the dishes away in the pantry, she told Olive if she would promise not to tell anybody, not even Dan, she would tell her something that must be kept a secret, because if it became known it might make people nervous and could do no good.

“Very well,” replied Olive, “wait until I get my sewing, then we will go into the parlor, you can tell me all about it, and I promise that I won’t tell.”

So they went into the parlor.  Esther sat in the rocking-chair and Olive on the sofa.

“Well, Olive,” said Esther.  “Now don’t laugh, for it is about a dream.”

“A dream!” exclaimed Olive.  “A dream! go on, let me hear it.”

“Well,” began Esther, “last night I sat for two hours on the front step looking at the stars.  After I came in I went down into the cellar in my stocking feet and drank about a pint of butter-milk and a large rat ran between my feet; then Jane and I went to our room, shut the door, said our prayers and went to bed, and in a short time we both fell asleep, and I dreamt that when I got up in the morning every thing and every body was changed except myself.  This cottage instead of being yellow was green; you,