mist, as soon as your back is turned, it will seem to get solid once more."
"And if I get rid of them this way, won't they ever attack any one any more?"
"No, they are blown out like the flame of a candle, and can never come back. Of course there are ever so many of their brothers, bearing the same names, left; but there will never be so many again, when you have disposed of these; and if every one did it, there would soon be no Errors left at all."
"Oh, why don't they?" cried Marjorie. "Well, I'm going to do my part anyway."
And so she went to work, very carefully, to see through every one of the Errors that had attacked her; and even sooner than she had expected, they seemed all gone, and she and the Dream crept through the hedge to the side where lay the high-road.
As she stood up straight, beyond the hedge, Marjorie stretched her arms in delight at her freedom. "Oh, I'm so glad to be rid of them!" she cried. "I think that I did finely to manage it so quickly, don't you?"
Just here the Dream giggled, and Marjorie felt a sharp nip on the back of her neck.
