"Why, of course they are not all alike," said the Dream. "They only belong to the same family. They have any number of different names."
"Have they, really?" asked Marjorie, growing interested. "Well, what is the name of this one?" and she held up her arm to which the ugly little fellow was still clinging.
"Don't you know?" asked the Dream, with a funny grin.
"Of course I don't know, how should I?" cried Marjorie impatiently.
"Well," said the Dream slowly, and still grinning, "His name is Envy."
"Oh-h-h!" said Marjorie.
"Yes," said the Dream, nodding his head several times, "that is his name. Do you like him?"
"No," said Marjorie, "I don't. But how did he happen to catch hold of me just then?"
The Dream glanced toward the very pretty little girl, and Marjorie followed his gaze.
"Oh-h-h!" she said again, her face flushing. Just then the wind fluttered the bright hair once more and the dwarf bit her sharply upon the hand.
