"I think I'll go over there with them, for a while," said Marjorie.
"All right," said the Dream, "I'll wait for you here."
"But—but won't you get tired of waiting?" asked Marjorie.
"I don't think so," said the Dream, and Marjorie walked toward the nearest group and left the Dream sitting and swinging on a low branch and watching her.
As Marjorie approached, several of the children got up to welcome her and she sat down among them. In a few moments she glanced over at the Dream rather anxiously. Presently she began to fidget, and in a few minutes more she rose up and bade them good-bye and, after another glance at the Dream, she walked toward the next group. The children there greeted her as had the others, and again she sat down. This time she sat a little longer, though even more uncomfortably, and presently she arose again and said good-bye and turned toward a group fartheron, while those whom she had left looked after her, and one of them said something at which the others laughed. The group which she approached this time, only looked at her, looked her over very carefully from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, but none of them made any motion of greeting; and Marjorie walked on, her head rather high in the air. The next set greeted her with enthusiasm and she was soon the center of a laughing, chattering troop of young folks. But she did not stay long, and
