Poor ma is too busy washing . I wish I could dream of my Aunt Jane . I never do . '' '' ` Dream of the dead , you 'll hear of the living , ' '' quoted Felix oracularly . `` I dreamed last night that I threw a lighted match into that keg of gunpowder in Mr. Cook 's store at Markdale , '' said Peter . `` It blew up -- and everything blew up -- and they fished me out of the mess -- but I woke up before I 'd time to find out if I was killed or not . '' `` One is so apt to wake up just as things get interesting , '' remarked the Story Girl discontentedly . `` I dreamed last night that I had really truly curly hair , '' said Cecily mournfully . `` And oh , I was so happy ! It was dreadful to wake up and find it as straight as ever . '' Felix , that sober , solid fellow , dreamed constantly of flying through the air . His descriptions of his aerial flights over the tree-tops of dreamland always filled us with envy . None of the rest of us could ever compass such a dream , not even the Story Girl , who might have been expected to dream of flying if anybody did . Felix had a knack of dreaming anyhow , and his dream book , while suffering somewhat in comparison of literary style , was about the best of the lot when it came to subject matter . Cecily 's might be more dramatic , but Felix 's was more amusing . The dream which we all counted his masterpiece was the one in which a menagerie had camped in the orchard and the rhinoceros chased Aunt Janet around and around the Pulpit Stone , but turned into an inoffensive pig when it was on the point of catching her . Felix had a sick spell soon after we began our dream books , and Aunt Janet essayed to cure him by administering a dose of liver pills which Elder Frewen had assured her were a cure-all for every disease the flesh is heir to . But Felix flatly refused to take liver pills ; Mexican Tea he would drink , but liver pills he would not take , in spite of his own suffering and Aunt Janet 's commands and entreaties . I could not understand his antipathy to the insignificant little white pellets , which were so easy to swallow ; but he explained the matter to us in the orchard when he had recovered his usual health and spirits . `` I was afraid to take the liver pills for fear they 'd prevent me from dreaming , '' he said .
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