Along the Trail
"DON'T you think that you are making a great deal of fuss?" asked the little brown Dream. Marjorie started and caught her breath sharply and then exclaimed,—"Oh dear, but I was frightened! I'm so glad you waked me up! Why, I'm all of a tremble yet and my heart is pounding like anything."
"What was the matter?" asked the Dream, perching himself as usual, cross-legged on the foot-board and grinning broadly.
"Why, it was chasing me!" cried Marjorie, "and it almost caught me!—but there, you know all about it and you don't care in the least,—you just keep on grinning!"
