"Aleko! Aleko! You are not listening!"
"What is it? I hear." But he did not look down at the grubby little
fellow who continued sniffing:--
"I dreamt, I tell you, as truly as I see you here I did, that I went
away somewhere, and that I found a great big sweet shop, bigger than
Yannaki's or Doree's, ever so much bigger, and in the shop there
were dishes and jars and trays, and trays, and trays all around of
chocolates, and baklava,[1] and kourabiedes, and little cakes with
pink and green and white sugar all over them; and there were piles of
comfits, and caramels,--oh, and heaps of other things; and ..." warming
to his description, "bottles and bottles of cherry syrup and lemonade,
and I dreamt that the man of the shop waved his hand--so,--over
everything and said 'Please,'--Aleko, do you hear? 'Please eat all
the things you want.' And then," with a savage tug at the tunic,
"then you came and waked me!"