then you can know that everything will be all right, and you needn't worry about results."
"What makes a good motive?" asked the Dream.
Marjorie thought for a moment. "Love," she said, at last, her eyes shining.
"Love for whom—for yourself?" asked the Dream.
"No," said Marjorie, softly, "for my brother." And then she added, with a little sigh, "Isn't it odd how hard it is to keep ourselves out of sight when we are doing for others?"
"Yes, but it's worth while," said the Dream, "even if it is hard."
"Yes," said Marjorie, "it surely is worth while."
