up her head aggressively, and began, in a loud voice, a long list of reasons why she ought to be admitted. At first Marjorie objected, with some spirit; but the other talked so much and so fast that there was almost no keeping track of what she said; and, after a few ineffectual efforts to stop the flow of language, Marjorie sank back upon her seat, putting both fingers in her ears and allowing the determined woman to pass in.
The Dream grinned, as usual. "You decided that Argument was a nice person to let in, did you?" said he.
"No," said Marjorie. "I didn't. I don't know half that she was saying, and I could hardly get a word in edgewise, myself; but she looked so determined, and talked so much, that it was easier to let her go in than to fuss with her. She gave some rather good reasons, too, I believe, only I got so mixed up that I wasn't very sure whether they were true or not."
"Yes," said the Dream. "She's a great talker and she occupies a lot of time and attention. I noticed Perplexity and Indecision and Apathy going in while you were talking with
