"Oh, what is it?" she cried, reaching back to knock it off.
"Self-conceit," called the Dream, in a teasing voice.
Marjorie's face was flushed. "And I never even knew it was there!" she exclaimed.
"I did," said the Dream; "I've been watching it for a long time."
"Well, it's hour has come now, anyway," said Marjorie, taking a firmer grasp upon the small torment, and, after a short tussle, breaking its grip and holding it up to the light. "You little no account nothing!" she said, laughing and shaking the little monster; and then, with a puff of her breath, blowing the last tiny, smoky column that remained, away into the air. "Are there any more on me?" she asked, turning around to show her back, just as one asks if there are burrs sticking to one's dress.
"No," laughed the woman, holding out her hand; "now come up where it is high and dry."
The bank was somewhat steep; but with the help of the gentle hand, she soon stood upon the broad, white road, beside her new friend."
"Oh, how good!" she cried, drawing a deep
