Here a sweet faced woman came up the steps, and Marjorie nodded to her lovingly, and called her "dear Patience;" but as she passed in, Marjorie sprang to her feet and called after her:—
"Oh, please wait a minute! Please wait!"
The woman paused, and Marjorie brushed aside the folds of her trailing skirt, showing a cringing little figure which had been trying to slip in beside her.
"You can't go in," said Marjorie, decidedly. "You may just go away at once."
Patience looked surprised when she saw the little object, and passed on in, while the other turned away with a sigh and a martyr-like expression."
"Good for you!" exclaimed the Dream. "You're brighter than I thought. How did you ever happen to see her? Nine people out of ten let Self-pity sneak in along with Patience; and she's always trying to."
"I didn't do it all myself," admitted Marjorie, honestly. "I saw Vigilance peeping out of the window, and she just motioned and pointed, and I knew that something was wrong. And here comes Understanding. She'd have
