told me, if I hadn't seen Vigilance. I like Understanding; but isn't she hard to get acquainted with, though! I never feel as if I know her real well. I suppose she has a good deal on her mind all the time; but I think that she might make herself a little more friendly and familiar. And here's dear Love coming again.—Why, what's the matter? Love's going back down the steps!" and Marjorie started up again, her eyes full of anxiety.
The Dream was grinning, as usual.
"Did you see what made her turn around?" asked Marjorie, anxiously.
"Yes," said the Dream. "You were looking after Understanding, and Criticism slipped by you, and was blocking the doorway when Love came up."
"Oh, dear!" cried Marjorie; "but why didn't she put Criticism out? I thought that it was the good ones' business to put out the bad ones."
"Yes, after they get inside; but you, yourself, have charge of the door, and you let Criticism bar the doorway;—and now he's gone in."
