"Let's go walking," said the little brown Dream.
Marjorie hesitated, looking doubtfully at the Dream as he balanced himself, skillfully, on the footboard. "I don't know whether I want to or not," she said. "Will you promise to be good if I'll go with you?"
The Dream kicked his heels softly against the panel of the footboard. "Well, I'll tell you," he said, grinning. "We Dreams are a good deal what you make us. It depends considerably upon what you've been thinking all day, as to whether I'm good or not."
Marjorie pursed her lips. "Everybody blames everybody else for everything, don't they!" she said.
The Dream nodded profoundly several times. "Adam began it," he observed, solemnly, "and Adam keeps it up."
"Did Adam have dreams?" asked Marjorie, rubbing her eyes.
The Dream nodded still more profoundly. "Adam started the dream business," he said,
