had rejoined him. "You gave your dollar, didn't you?" he asked, after a time.
"Yes," said Marjorie.
"And what do you expect in return? Five?"
Marjorie's lip trembled. "No," she said. "I don't care whether anything at all comes in return. I only wanted to help."
"Why," asked the Dream.
"Because the beautiful rest-house will be a comfort to so many, every one who comes this way, and the more beautiful it is, the more it will show the generosity and love of all of us. I gave to it because I loved to give to it.
"I guess you'll not lose anything this time," said the Dream, quietly.
A few moments later they came upon a group of children gathered about some one sitting upon a little knoll by the wayside. The "some one" was a very pretty little girl about five years old, whom they were petting and admiring; and as Marjorie approached, she found that they were all engaged in giving things to her. One had placed a great bunch of roses in her lap, and another had given a box of candy, and others ribbons and toys.
