`` I have a little dream boy , Paul . '' `` Oh , have you really ? How old is he ? '' `` About your age I think . He ought to be older because I dreamed him long before you were born . But I 'll never let him get any older than eleven or twelve ; because if I did some day he might grow up altogether and then I 'd lose him . '' `` I know , '' nodded Paul . `` That 's the beauty of dream-people ... they stay any age you want them . You and my beautiful teacher and me myself are the only folks in the world that I know of that have dream-people . Is n't it funny and nice we should all know each other ? But I guess that kind of people always find each other out . Grandma never has dream-people and Mary Joe thinks I 'm wrong in the upper story because I have them . But I think it 's splendid to have them . YOU know , Miss Lavendar . Tell me all about your little dream-boy . '' `` He has blue eyes and curly hair . He steals in and wakens me with a kiss every morning . Then all day he plays here in the garden ... and I play with him . Such games as we have . We run races and talk with the echoes ; and I tell him stories .
And when twilight comes ... '' `` I know , '' interrupted XXXXX eagerly .
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