Book1:TeDream-Maker

undhimandsaidadmiringly，

    "Suchislife!IfonedayIcouldsitinthisseat,introlofsomuchwealthandpower，thatwouldberealliving!"Hehelduphisgssandtosseddownhisdrink．Dimitriwhowassittingonthesofasaidically，

    "That’snotimpossible．Ifyoureallywantitsobadly,itbearranged．Ihelpyouattainyourdream.”

    "That’simpossible!"Richardughed.Toactuallybehereinthisroomisadream．”Don’tfetwhatweareherefor.”

    Everyoneughed．Theroomwasfullofthefragranceofexpeagewine.Whattheydidnotknowwasthattheirchatterandughterinterruptedthesweetdreamsofamysteriouscharacter．Mr.Finger，whohadclimbedthroughaholeintheliningofthesofaandinginside,nowclimbedoutofhistemporaryabode．Hestretchedandrubbedhissleepyeyes,wwhodaredtotalkandugh