will keep your hands warm enough, and you learned something, didn't you?"
"Yes," said Marjorie, soberly, "I learned what comes of giving 'to be seen of men'; but—but things hurt so!"
The Dream slipped his hand into hers for a moment. "It hurts to have a tooth pulled," he said; "but it can't ache after it's out."
Marjorie laughed a little, chokily. "I'm having some of my bad thoughts pulled," she said, "and I guess I'm glad, even if it does hurt some."
A short distance farther on, Marjorie noticed a little girl walking along on the other side of the road. She was walking slowly, with her head down, and did not look toward them or appear to be conscious of their presence. As they drew near, Marjorie saw that her dress, although of good material and prettily made, was dreadfully soiled and dirty, as if she had fallen in the mud, and that her hands and face bore similar marks. In fact, she looked so unattractive that Marjorie was beginning to be rather glad that she had not noticed them, when she raised her head and turned her face in their direction. It was not a pleasant face,
