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THE ROUSING OF MR. BRADEGAR

for it and could never stretch his legs. He flung them over the edge. What was that dream about his not being able to move? The sort of nightmare one would get in a suffocating little bunk like this. But he'd dreamed a lot more than that. If he could catch the whole spiel before it slipped away, he'd remember all sorts of odd things. Gosh! it was a dream as long as David Copper field; longer, by gum-all about all sorts of things: being a success and arguing people down, far bettel than at the school debating club, and meeting a wonderf• '~ girl.
But, somehow, she didn't, he recollected faintly, turn oul to be so wonderful after all. And other girls, small girls, small girls that he'd liked because they were small. But that was getting out of one's depth. How could one like little girls! He couldn't think up much more incident-only a general impression remained that he'd had a crackerjack dream-not so nice in its way, but wonderful just because it had seemed so eonfounded real, as real as one's own life, as real as oneself in this little old sleeping room and Uncle Andy still snoozing in the big bed by the window.
Uncle Andy yawned again, snuffled, and remarked, "You been talking in your dreams jest like one of them thar Edison sound boxes I've jest been hearing of. You've gotten indigestion-eating all that punkin pie las' night"
" It's this silly little bed. It gives me cramps. I was somehow fixed so I got dreaming I couldn't ever move again."
" Indigestion; overdistended stummuck. You get a move on."
" Well, I feel fine this morning."
" Then get up and don't sit there yarning at me and com-

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