"Oh, no!" exclaimed Marjorie.
"Do you know," said the Dream, clasping his hands about his knees in his favorite attitude, "I have known people to ask God for something, and then sit down and say, 'Well, it can't come about in this way, and it can't come about in that way, and I don't see how it can come about in some other way,' and they would get so interested in contemplating the ways that it couldn't come, that when it did come, likely as not they were too much occupied to even see it."
"But," said Marjorie, "isn't it right to want to know the way that good things come to us?"
"It surely is," said the Dream; "but if you don't grasp the combination right off, don't just stand still in the middle of the road and worry about the good that's come to you, only because you don't yet know enough to understand exactly how it reached you. Take it, and use it, and study it, and gain confidence by it; and in the mean time don't loiter; but do the work that comes to your hand."
Marjorie walked slowly on. "'God works in a mysterious way,'" she murmured.
"It isn't really mysterious," protested the
