The Dream heaved a sigh and perched himself upon the top rail of the fence. "My dear," he said, "what is the difference where they came from? They are, unquestionably, intended for you, or they wouldn't be on your feet. What more do you want?"
"I want to know where they came from," reiterated Marjorie.
"Why?" asked the Dream, "if they are perfectly satisfactory?"
"Why, I—I want to understand," replied Marjorie. "I can't go on until I know."
The Dream made a funny little face. "You're a queer girl," he said. "You're not at all consistent."
"What do you mean?" asked Marjorie.
"Well, you have a watch, haven't you?"
"Yes," said Marjorie, glancing at the little time-piece pinned to her dress.
"Does it keep good time?"
"Perfect," replied Marjorie.
"And do you understand all about its inside workings?"
Marjorie hesitated. "Why, there's a mainspring, and some other springs, and some wheels, and—"
