Marjorie's eyes filled with tears. "Will you please tell me what to do?" she asked, humbly.
"Well," said the Dream, "it looks as if you'd have to go to work to corral a lot of good thoughts and give them a job in there."
"But how shall I begin?" asked Marjorie. "I'm willing to do anything."
"It looks as if you have a beginning already," said the Dream; and Marjorie noticed, then, that Meekness had come, softly, and was standing beside her. Marjorie caught her hand.
"Please, will you help me," she cried.
Meekness nodded and smiled.
"Will you go and find Love, for me, and Understanding, and Endeavor, and bring them here?"
"They are here, now," said the Dream; and Marjorie's face brightened as she saw them coming up the steps and holding out their hands to her.
"Now things will be all right," she cried, joyfully; "for I shall keep tight hold of Love and Meekness and Understanding, while Endeavor goes out and brings all the good thoughts that she can find. Will you do it, dear?" and she turned to Endeavor, pleadingly.
