stood squarely in the middle of the stream and seemed to be fairly hanging over a wild little torrent only four or five feet high, beneath which was a beautiful black pool overhung with ferns and with tangles of vines which swung down from the trees. Marjorie stood for a moment looking at the boulder, then she went to the edge of the stream above the fall, and began searching about for a rocky foot-hold or two that would let her passover. At last she found a way which seemed possible, and with considerable difficulty and a good deal of slipping and two very wet feet, she managed to reach the boulder and then to climb up its mossy side until she sat fairly upon the top, looking down into the black pool which reflected bright blue patches where the trees parted overhead.
The Dream sat beside her, wiggling one!'ttle pointed toe in the swift current and snapping bright drops of water far out into the pool.
For a long time they sat in silence. Then Marjorie spoke. "I'm a misfit," she said.
"Yes?" said the Dream.
"I am. I don't belong anywhere."
The Dream grinned. "Not anywhere?" he asked.
Marjorie shook her head.
"You mean that you don't belong in any of those groups," said the Dream.
Marjorie was silent.
"Suppose you tell me about it," said the Dream.
Then Marjorie burst out. "I like you and the
