her; and quite a number came out: Harmony, and Discrimination, and Truth, and Charity, and Kindness and some others, and they all had their luggage with them."
Marjorie leaned back in her seat and covered her face with her hands; but in another moment she started up; for she had suddenly become aware of a dreadful noise going on within the house; the sound of quarreling and fighting; and presently something was thrown through one of the front windows, breaking the glass with a terrible crash; and, hearing a sound above her head, she looked up, to see that Dishonesty and Superstition were building an ugly balcony across the front of the house, and that Interference was putting in a red glass dormer window; and, out in the yard, any number of unpleasant-looking people were lying about on the grass, or bringing in rough lumber to build lean-tos and hen-houses.
Marjorie looked at the Dream. "I guess I can't keep door, after all," she said, with a little sob in her voice. "Love hasn't been here for a long time, and things are just awful."
"Love went by on the other side, a while ago," said the Dream, swinging his feet.
