look up and see the woman helping one of their number on to the road, grew angry, and a shower of stones came flying from their direction; but the stones all fell short of their mark, and the Errors soon swarmed about so thickly so as to put a stop to the throwing.
"Why did they throw stones at you?" asked Marjorie, her eyes full of tears.
Her friend looked back at the angry group, compassionately. "They did not do it," she said. "The Errors did it."
"Why," cried Marjorie, "it looked as if the children began it, and then as if the Errors crowded in and stopped them; but there were so many Errors around them all the time, that I couldn't be very sure."
"The Errors did stop the throwing, but they began it, too. Errors always get to fighting among themselves, and destroy everything that they try to do. They are nothing, and they can do nothing."
And so Marjorie and the Dream and the loving woman walked on, along the high-road, and more and more happy children joined them on the way.
"Who built the beautiful city in front of us?" asked Marjorie, as they drew near its gates.
