"Well ok," Trevor said, "maybe you're right. I'll call my mom and dad tonight. Where is that paper? I'll sign up right now." Just then one of their friends walked in the door. "Trevor, there's a phone call for you. It's your mom. She sounds upset, like maybe she has been crying."

Trevor walked very quickly to the teacher's office, where the phones were. "Mom!" he said, "Is anything wrong?"

"Last night I had a dream" said Trevor's mom ...

"It started as a happy dream. I dreamed that I was walking in a museum. I could hear some of my friends talking, but I couldn't see them. I could see a painting. It looked like a painting of a little girl standing in a park on a bright sunny day. Suddenly an English woman was standing next to me. The woman was carrying an umbrella and wearing a dress just like the ones that people wore a hundred years ago. She didn't say a word, but just stood in front of the painting, staring at it for a very long time. I wanted to walk closer to her, to talk to her... but as I came closer the woman turned around. The woman's face was so sad --

..and then I saw that the woman was in the painting with the little girl, and an umbrella was lying on the floor of the museum... I didn't know what I should do...