she said, putting her hand up to the crop of curls, and then she caught her breath. She still wore a hat.
"Oh!" she exclaimed.
"Forgot about the returns, did you?" said the Dream.
"Yes," said Marjorie, softly, "I didn't think about expecting another,—and this is even prettier than mine," she added, examining the hat curiously and reverently; and then, with a little sigh, "I will be so glad when I understand."
Just beyond where the road entered the woods, they caught up with an old man who was walking very slowly and leaning heavily upon a cane. He was tall and thin, and he held his head high, although his steps were slow and his limbs trembled beneath him. Marjorie looked up with a bright smile, as they passed; but her expression suddenly sobered as she noticed the extreme palor and weariness in his face. "He ought to rest," she said to the Dream. "Perhaps I can get him to," and she stopped and sat down upon a fallen tree.
As the old man approached, she arose to her feet. "Haven't you time to talk to me for a
