Marjorie stood silently for some minutes and then she began anew to try to dislodge the little pest; but she could not pull him off nor shake him off, and at last she gave up in despair. "Can't you really help me?" she asked the Dream, pleadingly.
The Dream shook his head. "No," he said; "you may be able to shake him off if you shake hard enough, but it will hurt you. Or," he added, consolingly, "he may drop off, of himself, in time, though he isn't likely to."
Marjorie looked about her miserably; and just then she noticed that the little girl with the bright hair, was surrounded by a whole swarm of the little dwarfs, all bent upon making her as wretched as possible. As Marjorie saw and half started forward, as if to go to the rescue, the dwarf which had been holding her own arm, suddenly dropped off and hid in the grass at her feet.
"There!" she exclaimed, delightedly, "He's gone! How glad I am!"
The Dream looked amused. "Of course you are," he said grinning, "but you are probably not thinking of the hundreds of his brothers of the same name, who are hiding in the tall grass
