tightened over Marjorie's, and with her other hand she wiped away the tears, which were coming faster.
For a long time they walked on in silence, and at last they came to a parting of the ways, and then the little girl released Marjorie's hand and turned her face, and Marjorie saw that all of the hardness and the bitterness had gone out of it.
"Good-by," said the little girl, "and thank you—dear."
"Good-by," said Marjorie, lovingly. 'I am glad that we walked together,' and with a parting smile she ran back to the Dream.
He greeted her cheerfully. "Been repairing your gloves, have you?" he asked, grinning.
"I guess I soiled them considerably more than they were," said Marjorie, glancing down at the one which had held the little girl's hand, and then she uttered an exclamation; for instead of being grimy and ragged, it had become white and whole, and fitted her hand perfectly.
"But—but I gave nothing," she said to the Dream, in surprise.
"Did'nt you," asked the Dream. "Are you sure?"
