"What?" asked Marjorie, eagerly.
"A little fellow by the name of Dishonesty."
"Oh!" said Marjorie, again. "But then," she added, in a relieved tone, "if he's small enough to be in that satchel, he can't do much harm."
The Dream rocked back and forth with his hands clasped around his knees. "Well," he said, "those fellows grow faster than you'd have any idea of, when they have the sort of surroundings and companions that they like. There were some others who passed in with Frivolity, besides."
"Only Admiration," said Marjorie, hastily, "and I'm sure there's no harm in her."
"No," said the Dream, "I suppose not, when she's in good company; but she didn't happen to be, this time."
"Why, who was with her?" asked Marjorie. "I didn't see any one else."
"No," replied the Dream. "You were too busy watching Frivolity. Well, there was some one with her, just the same."
"But who?" asked Marjorie again, impatiently.
"Envy."
