turned back, and taking the little child in her arms, she wrapped him in her skirt as well as she could, and holding him close to her breast, she walked along silently between the mother and the Dream
The child stopped crying quickly and snuggled down close to her, and very soon she began to feel warm and comfortable in spite of the chill wind which sang and sighed through the pine-trees; and then presently she noticed that the little one was wrapped in a soft fleecy white coat, and had grown warm and rosy; and as she shook out her skirt, she found folds of the same soft, fleecy stuff falling about herself; and it seemed to her that she could not remember what cold was.
After a time they parted with the little group, at the cross-roads, and Marjorie and the Dream walked on in silence for a long way. At last the Dream spoke.
"Are you thinking?" he asked.
"Yes," said Marjorie, "I am thinking about watching for my brothers on the way, and about motives. If your motive isn't good, you are uncomfortable in your heart, whether any other trouble comes of it or not; but if it is good.
