exactly pleased with it, and now it was a trifle too small for her, and she did not like to wear it. She thought of the pretty new hat and shoes, and glanced at the Dream guiltily; but he did not seem to be noticing, and she set her chin with a determined air, although her face was a trifle flushed.
They met several people as they walked along; but all seemed to be warmly dressed, and a little frown came between Marjorie's eyebrows.
Presently, however, they met a little girl who had no cloak; but her dress seemed warm, and she looked quite comfortable. Marjorie hurried up to her. "Aren't you cold?" she asked, beginning to unbutton her cloak.
"No," said the little girl, "I am not at all cold."
"But you have no cloak," urged Marjorie.
"I don't mind," said the little girl. "I'll soon be out of the woods, and my dress is warm."
"But you ought to have a cloak," persisted Marjorie.
"Well, I haven't one," answered the little girl, rather crossly.
"You may have mine," said Marjorie, holding it out to her.
