when she emerged, it was even with considerable difficulty that she managed to draw herself away from their detaining hands.
After this, Marjorie stood still for a few moments, looking about her rather doubtfully, and then at last, with some hesitation, she approached another party, though with less confidence and not much more success, and then another; and then others in rather rapid succession; but with none of them did she remain for more than a very few minutes, and in each case she turned away looking more and more puzzled and uncomfortable. By-and-by she stood still again, seeming uncertain as to what to do, and just then she caught a glimpse of a small cluster sitting quietly under a tree, gathered around one who was reading aloud. Marjorie glanced at the Dream, and then turned and walked determinedly toward the little group. When she reached them, they quietly made room for her and she sat down and took her chin on her hand and prepared to listen. However, in a very few moments she began to be restless again and to look about for a way of escape; and presently, when the children had: become particularly absorbed in the book, she slipped softly away and back to the trail and came slowly on to where the Dream was still sitting swinging on the low branch. "Let us go on," she said.
The Dream jumped down and they walked on silently until they came to a little stream that was tumbling about big boulders and down over splashing little waterfalls. One great boulder
