It's time to go to work, said the little brown Dream. I'm t ready to go to work, said Marjorie, crossly, turning over and snuggling her head more comfortably into her pillow. The Dream said thing. He only sat on the foot-board and swung his feet. By and by Marjorie turned over again, -and then again, -and then at last she sat up, exclaiming angrily: I wish you wouldn't bother me! I want to go to sleep.