course. I see, now, that the boy was right, after all, when he let in the plain woman with the scrubbing cloths; though it may take longer to make things look nice on the outside."
"Yes," said the Dream; "her name is Thoroughness, and she's a pretty good person to have around. Now, I'll tell you:—You know that no one can really tend these doors except the owners of the houses; but Dreams can accomplish 'most anything,—and you are getting to be a pretty fair sort of a girl, and—"
And Marjorie found herself sitting upon the seat beside the beautiful white door, and no boy in sight.
"Oh, thank you," she cried to the Dream, clapping her hands. "This is fine! May I act just as if the house were my very own?"
"Just the same," said the Dream, nodding to her from the opposite side of the doorway; and Marjorie began looking about for a chance to begin her duties.
"Oh, there comes Love!" she exclaimed, eagerly. "Isn't she dear! I've seen her pass in and out so much that I feel real well acquainted," and Marjorie leaned forward to return the gentle smile as the beautiful lady
