saw some one dispose of her pretty suddenly. She can't get back in again without coming through the door."
"Who was it that put her out," asked Marjorie.
"I couldn't see very well; but she had a big checked apron on, and looked like Industry; but it might have been Duty."
"Well, I'm glad she's gone," said Marjorie, with a sigh of relief. "Of course I know that she was only a thought, and not real; but I don't want her around. Oh, here come Charity and Generosity! Aren't they sweet! Come right in," and Marjorie gave them her sweetest smile as they passed through the door. Then she leaned forward and called to two figures who were pausing at the foot of the steps. "No, you can't come in," she said. "Please don't come up on the steps; you'll soil them." Then, as they passed on, she turned to the Dream. "You see, I know who not to let in, if I see them," she said.
"Yes," said the Dream, "Ill-nature and Fretfulness are very ugly people. They don't even look nice. I don't blame you for keeping them out.
