Marjorie hung her head. "Every one else was giving her something," she said.
"And you think that a good reason?" asked the Dream.
"No-o," said Marjorie.
"Do you expect another chain?" asked the Dream.
"No," said Marjorie, "I don't."
"She didn't need the chain, did she?" asked the Dream.
"No," said Marjorie; "but I just hated not to give anything when all the rest were giving. And she didn't even say 'Thank you,' either," she added, resentfully.
"I suppose that you like yourself better for having given it, though?" hazarded the Dream.
"No, I don't," said Marjorie. "It was the silliest thing I ever did, and I deserve to lose the chain."
"Yes," said the Dream, quietly, "I think you do. You seem to be foolish about some things still. Perhaps you are like certain folks I know, and if some one came along and gave you a big purple parasol that you didn't want and couldn't carry without trouble, you'd im-
