"Have you far to go?" asked Marjorie, noticing that the child's face was already burned by the sun, and her eyes red from crying.
"Yes, more than three miles farther," sobbed the little girl, "and my eyes are so dazzled that I can scarcely see anything now."
"But the road is shady," suggested Marjorie.
"Oh, I can't go by the road!" cried the little girl. "It's twice as far that way, and I am tired out already. I have to go across the meadows, and the sun is dreadfully hot. I don't know what I shall do;" and she began sobbing harder than ever.
Marjorie took off her own hat. "I am going by the road," she said, "and it enters the woods just beyond the bridge, and is shady as far as I can see, so you may have my hat."
The child hesitated; but Marjorie laughingly placed it upon her head and scrambled hastily up the bank, waving her hand merrily from the top.
"So you found another of your relations, did you?" said the Dream, dropping nimbly from his perch upon the railing of the bridge, as she joined him.
Marjorie laughed happily. "My hair is thick,"
