"That is a very broad statement," said the Dream. "Did you try all of the groups?"
"No, I got discouraged. It didn't seem worth while to try any more."
"Really? Do you really believe that they were all like those?"
"No," said Marjorie, thoughtfully. "No, I am sure that there must have been some who were thinking and talking worth-while things; but I got so tired from so many disappointments, that I didn't want to bother any more. And besides, when I had gone that far, I didn't feel nice myself and probably wouldn't have known anice group if I had found one."
"But why did you want to join any of them?"
"Because—because I was lonely," said Marjorie, a little choke in her voice.
"And when you came back, you said that you liked me and the kind girl and the ragged little child better than any of them."
"Yes, I do."
"Because the kind girl told-me things that had a meaning, and I could help the little child."
"And me?"
"You? Why, let me see. I think it must be because you make me ask myself questions."
"And you always get an answer?"
"Yes, the answer is always there when I go after it, though sometimes I have to ask over and over again before it comes quite clearly."
"But it is sure to come eventually?"
"Yes."
