For a while everything was very quiet in the nursery. The night light burned dimly in its pretty vase of rosy crystal, showing Sally as she lay fast asleep and breathing softly, the braids of her bright hair lying loosely on the pillow, and one little plump hand holding fast the Teddy bear's soft and somewhat resisting paw. But presently something under the bedclothes stirred at first gently, then more vigorously. A little moving heap edged its way...