illustrated by Eugene Field, 1912
Whilst you were sleeping, little Dear-my-Soul, strange
things happened; but that I saw and heard them, I should
never have believed them. The clock stood, of course, in
the corner, a moonbeam floated idly on the floor, and a little
mauve mouse came from the hole in the chimney corner
and frisked and scampered in the light of the moonbeam
upon the floor. The little mauve mouse was particularly merry;
sometimes she danced upon two legs and sometimes upon
four legs, but always very daintily and always very merrily
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