Then when I did drop off at nearly morning, I dreamed that there was a spider on my head, and I gave it a tremendous whack to kill it.

It was no dream whack, I can tell you, but a real live double-fisted one, that made me see stars.

It actually made a dent in my cranium and got me so wide awake that I couldn't drop off again.

I got up and sat by the window till there were faint streaks of light in the sky.

I did the rest of my dreaming with my eyes open, so I don't have to tell what it was about." "I can guess," thought Mary, intercepting the swift glance he stole across the table at something blue.