If I had such a dream I could tell it so that everybody else would feel as if they had dreamed it , too . '' `` Well , I 'm not you , '' countered Cecily , `` and I would n't want to frighten any one as I was frightened . It was an awful dream -- but it was kind of interesting , too . '' `` I 've had some real int ` resting dreams , '' said Peter , `` but I ca n't remember them long . I wish I could . '' `` Why do n't you write them down ? '' suggested the Story Girl . `` Oh -- '' she turned upon us a face illuminated with a sudden inspiration . `` I 've an idea . Let us each get an exercise book and write down all our dreams , just as we dream them . We 'll see who 'll have the most interesting collection . And we 'll have them to read and laugh over when we 're old and gray . '' Instantly we all saw ourselves and each other by inner vision , old and gray -- all but the Story Girl . We could not picture her as old . Always , as long as she lived , so it seemed to us , must she have sleek brown curls , a voice like the sound of a harpstring in the wind , and eyes that were stars of eternal youth . CHAPTER XXII . THE DREAM BOOKS The next day the Story Girl coaxed Uncle Roger to take her to Markdale , and there she bought our dream books . They were ten cents apiece , with ruled pages and mottled green covers . My own lies open beside me as I write , its yellowed pages inscribed with the visions that haunted my childish slumbers on those nights of long ago . On the cover is pasted a lady 's visiting card , on which is written , `` The Dream Book of Beverley King . ''
Cecily had a packet of visiting cards which she was hoarding against the day when she would be grown up and could put the calling etiquette XXXXX the Family Guide into practice ; but she generously gave us all one apiece for the covers of our dream books .
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