have something that it fits, among my own belongings."
"And then?"
"Oh, dear!" said Marjorie, "You ask so many questions that you spoil all of my egotism."
The Dream laughed. "That's fine," he said. "Anything that can be spoiled by questions, is pretty good stuff to get rid of. If we have anything that shies at questions, then questions are the things to make it walk right up to, without blinders;—and if it bolts,—good riddance! Now what about the rest of the groups?"
"Well, I somehow didn't fit anywhere for more than a minute or two. In one place it seemed rather better at first, for one of the girls was telling wonderfully interesting things about birds and flowers; and then another interrupted to tell about the kind of a bird that she had on her hat and what pretty feathers it had. And then the first one got started again, and another girl interrupted to tell about her dog, and then she told how much it cost and how it acted when it was sick; and then all the others began telling about how much their dogs cost and how many prizes they had won and the best time to cut their ears; until by and by the interesting girl got up and walked off, and so did I.
"And in another place, one started to tell about a great discovery that was very important, and the others listened for a few minutes and then began talking low among themselves about whether they liked long sleeves or short sleeves and how full their skirts ought to be and how
