His heart went faster. He listened. The front door opened. In came the little white bed. It rolled across the front hall. It came up the hall stairs. Bump, bump, bump!
The little boy heard! Bump, bump, bump. The little white bed came up the stairs. It rolled back into the little boy's room. It went right into the corner where it had always stood. It rolled back its nice warm blanket for the little boy. Soon the boy's head was on the soft pillow. He was warm and happy. It wasn't long before he went fast asleep. He had nice dreams. They were the stories that the little white bed's pillow had for him.
