covered up and the soft ones made stronger and able to fly straighter; and then too, the hard ones didn't hurt so much."
"And you didn't find out what they were?" asked the Dream.
"Yes, I did at last. They were words. Just the words that we use all the time every day. And when I found that out, I watched them; and watched them pul the strings behind people's faces; and it was wonderiul. I never had an idea how much power they had."
"Yes," said the Dream, "and think of the careless way that people sling them around. And think how permanent they are. I've seen them working the strings behind people's faces ten—twenty—fifty years after they were sent flying into their ears And yet folks just sling them around."
"And I noticed," said Marjorie, soberly, "that when I called down certain ones, the people into whose ears they went, almost always called down the same kind and sent them off at other folks in all sorts of different directions."
The Dream nodded. "'Like breeds like,'" he said sagely.
"Yes," said Marjorie, "and that is why I suddenly remembered it, after what happened with the boy back there. Just think of all that came from those few that I sent;—and they weren't such very ugly ones."
