breeze ruffled her hair into bright, loose threads; but she only sat silent, looking away to the mountains.
The Dream, perched upon the top of the next boulder, grew restless. "What do you find up there in the mountains?" he asked.
"I found the rest of the message," said Marjorie, gravely; "but I didn't find it up in the mountains."
"Where did you find it?" asked the Dream.
"I found it in the woman's eyes, when she looked at the violets and at me. It came then, and it stayed."
"And you know it all now? All three parts?"
"Yes," said Marjorie. "I told you the first part, and the rest is much like it. This is the second:—
See that thou dost make clear the way for the passage of My thought."
"And the third?"
"The third is:—
See that thou dost keep pure the tones which bear
My message."
The Dream sat still, looking away toward the mountains, too. "It is a very great message," he said at last; "One that you will find use for in all of the days to come."
